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mooonjin · 6 months

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Imagination - Pt. 2

Notes: heres part twooooo, i see a lot of you in my inbox AND the comments ectioln in part one that really like shy clones so hehe here it is THANKS COR PREVIOUS SUPPORT THO OMGGGG <3333

Pairing: Tech x gn!reader

Summary: What happens when Tech has nothing to do, has your voice stuck in his head, and has free time to himself?

Warnings/Tags: 18+ work!! minors shoo flyyyyy - kinda sub!Tech, m masturbation, minor dirty talk, fantasy thoughts ⁠—tell me if I've missed anything!

< Part One

"What's left on the list?" Echo peered over Hunter's shoulder, not needing much effort considering he's slightly taller.

"Rations, but most of the stalls have upped their price because of the Empire," Hunter sighed, his thumb rubbing over the little datapad precariously as his eyes scanned over the list.

As you handed Omega the little toy Hunter purchased for her, your wrist comm went off. Your eyes squinted for a millisecond, wondering why it was Tech that had only activated your channel and not the Batchers.

Initially, you heard nothing, just some static coming through due to the silence, "Tech? Hello?" The others began wandering off to the first stall to bargain the price for food. You followed them at a safe distance, still keeping them in your peripheral.

"Hey, Tech? Is everything okay?" Techs hand slid over his cock, completely oblivious about your worried voice coming through his wrist comm while he was... taking care of something.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you stared into the dull, green button on your wrist. Nothing had come through for a good two minutes and you genuinely began to worry immensely for Tech. In a small fit of panic, you walked towards the rest of the guys, about to alert them before you heard a muffled whimper.

Was he hurt? Was he being held hostage? Was someone imprisoning him? All of your questions were answered by the next noises you heard. A modulated, satisfied sigh followed by a needy moan which you assumed was Tech.

You immediately stopped in your tracks, only a few meters way from the Batchers. You quickly covered your wrist, doing your best to muffle the not-so-friendly noises. Unfortunately, you caught Hunters attention.

"Everything okay?" Hunters eyebrows furrowed, raising one slightly in confusion at your very awkward pose whilst covering your wrist. You mentally cursed yourself. Hiding this situation from him would be nearly impossible.

"All good! Uh, comm broke a bit so I'm trying to—y'know, fix it up! Yeah."

"Alright then." He did not look too convinced. As Echo waved off the marketeer, you sneakily fled into an empty alleyway. You'll catch up to them eventually, you just had some... business to take care of.

You gently uncovered your wrist comm, being met with the noises of what was definitely Tech moaning.

"Kriff..." Tech whimpered, his thumb swiping over his sensitive tip. His slick hand pumped his cock with the images of you, wearing his helmet, as he pounded you into his mattress. Oh, how your voice would sound, all modulated and muffled as his cock drilled into your warm cunt.

His hand sped up slightly, the other gently caressing his balls to give himself more stimuli. He lets out a hearty groan, the image of you pumping his cock spurs his mind. Wilder and more explicit scenarios fill his head.

You lean closer into your comm, trying to hear better.

"Not quite, not— ah... mmph, not yet..."

His whimpers drove you insane, your cunt clenching under your blacks. This was a public place so getting caught would either get you fined, judged by, commented at or even killed. Your ears were in heaven, the sound of Tech desperately getting himself off was music you've never heard before and you almost had front row seats to it.

"Need to slow down, ha, mhm..." His hand was slowly moving up the length of his cock, restraining himself from cumming to early. He was eager to draw this out considering the time he had before the rest of you came back. Tech was in a state of ecstasy, the pleasure shooting throughout his whole body, causing his abs to clench every once and a while.

After he felt his orgasm drop down a little, he continued his previous pace. A small pearl of precum sat on his tip. It looked enticing.

Tech was so sensitive. He hadn't gotten himself off in several rotations so edging was his worst enemy right now. A high-pitched whimper came through your wrist comm, the tone of the noise he usually used when he'd go on rambles.

You rubbed your thighs together. These civilian clothing's were constricting you, like you were boiling alive as you listened in.

"Ah! Gaah, mmm... ha, please," Tech didn't know what he was begging for. His breathing sped up, his gasps becoming more consistent as he felt his orgasm creep up on him again.

You had to bite your knuckles, trying to be silence yourself. Tech's moans fueled the fire burning in your core, your arousal building as well. You closed your eyes, now letting your imagination run wild.

Tech was playing with his sensitive tip, the overstimulation bringing him closer and closer to cumming. He groaned as his other hand slid up his chest to try out a new feeling he saw whilst watching a holofilm.

"Please touch my nipples, ah—mm! Kriff..." You almost opened your eyes, shocked to hear the filthy words come out of Tech's mouth.

The image of Tech twisting and pinching his nipple gave you butterflies. His light-brown, pink tipped nipples sitting on his chest that could be covered in multiple bite marks if you were there with him.

Techs hard cock was longing to cum. His hand pumping furiously under his tip, the spot which seemed to bring him to his climax. He was missing something, he continuously brought himself to the edge but he couldn't cum.

He bit his lip, frustrated and desperate.

That's when he finally traced back to your modulated voice coming through his wrist comm earlier.

"Mmm, gonna cum—!" His whimpers climbed in decibels, the comm picking up his climax, white spurts painting his lower abdomen and parts of his hand.

You clenched your fist your wrist comm sat on. You would do anything to see what you just heard. Techs short-breath gasps was all you heard before you opened your eyes. Your ears filled with the bustling noise of the town, realising you're sat in an alley.

You slowly stood up, your knees almost quivering as you peered behind the wall to see if you could spot the Batchers. By the time you began walking around to find them, Tech had cleaned himself up, changing into his blacks again and buckling back his cod pieces.

You heard the muddling noise of what was probably him picking up his abandoned wrist comm. You heard the click of the comm before a terrified gasp came through.

"Hello? Is this transmitting?" Your eyes widened. You had to play this off somehow.

"Tech, hey! What's up?" Your had to shove down any sort of stammer so your response wasn't suspicious.

"Oh, I was only curious if my comm device had broke, never mind then."

You panned your eyes, finally catching the Batchers at a food stall, "All good then, we'll be back soon." You immediately ended the transmission, saving yourself from further embarrassment.

You caught up with Hunter who had his arms crossed as he carefully observed Echo bargaining with the marketeer, Wrecker using his physique to intimidate him. Poor marketeer.

"And where have you been?" Hunters voice was low, his eyes staring you down.

"Got sidetracked, lucky I found you, huh?" You chuckled, covering up your ordeal in the alleyway a few meters back town. The littlest drops of sweat on your forehead caught Hunters eye, his expression hadn't changed, still not looking convinced.

That's until he gave you a shit-eating grin as if telling you, 'I know what you did'.

Curse the heightened sensed Sergeant.

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mooonjin · 7 months

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Imagination

Notes: im not doing kinktober this year UNFORTUNATELY since im still a bit new but i do have a tech smut for ocotober however ido plan on doing it next year if ur still sticking around :3

Pairing: Tech x gn!reader

Summary: Repairing the Marauder takes time and focus. Even once Tech has free time to himself, you are his only distraction.

Warnings/Tags: 18+ work!! minors shoo flyyyyy - kinda sub!Tech, m masturbation, explicit thoughts ⁠— tell me if I've missed anything!

Part Two >

Tech wiped the sweat on his forehead. Repairing the Marauders haul manually took longer than he anticipated. He already had to charge Gonky six times so the droid would keep up.

"You can repair the ship later, Tech," you playfully teased, leaning against Gonky while eyeing Tech's focused face. He didn't spare a single glance, the ship being his main priority.

"Leaving Saleucami with the shuttle at such a state would not be smart," he began, eyes still glued onto his handiwork, "I highly recommend I complete the repairs."

You sighed, grinning disappointedly. Tech was always a hard worker and often over worked himself. Most of the time you couldn't tell how big his eye bags has gotten under those goggles, Tech insisting he kept them on because of the work on his trinkets.

"Go, you can greet Cut and Suu for me." You could hardly hear what Tech said, his head neck deep into the shuttles hull, a few beeps on his data pad echoing.

"If you say so." You patted the dusty surface of Gonky and mumbled your goodbye to Tech as you went to fetch the others inside the ship.

Tech pulled the stool he sat on closer to the ship, most likely to get a better look inside. He overheard the booming volume of Wreckers voice and Omegas laughs. It wasn't annoying, per se, he would rather it'd be silent.

He wiped his forehead again, his eyes darting up at the sight of you leaving the shuttle with the other Batchers behind you. Omega waved at Tech, who responded with a courteous head bow.

"Comm us if you need anything." Hunter commented. He signaled the others that they were leaving to go on the walk to Cut and Suu's, leaving Tech behind to repair.

You spared a second glance back at him, making sure he was okay staying behind. Embarrassingly enough, you caught Tech looking at you before rapidly turning his head around to play it off. You chuckled at the trooper, always so observant yet he gets so flustered when someone observes him back.

Tech coughed, coming back to reality and regaining focus on the ship. He didn't expect you to look back at him so he was more than flustered and had trouble with his concentration.

"Change of plans, Tech, we'll be going into town on a supply run." Your modulated voice came through Tech's wrist, almost startling him and hitting his head.

"If you don't mind purchasing extra durasteel? About 25 kilograms is sufficient." You smiled at how specific Tech was when they went on the usual supply run. He wouldn't normally speak, already going on is own to hunt down any materials for his or anyone's personal use.

Your modulated voice came back, sending Tech into a blushing fit. It was a short 'yes' before you signed off, assuming you told the others that they needed extra durasteel. Your voice gave him goosebumps, but the good goosebumps. Was it his attraction to you?

No, it couldn't be. Feelings were just the minds way of manipulating itself to feel wanted and appreciated. Tech's a soldier, bred and born for war, nothing else. He harshly shoved these thoughts to the back of his mind, replacing them with the job of repairing the shuttle.

As you were walking down the dusty town of Saleucami, you eagerly pointed towards different shops and stalls that Omega had never seen before. She was particularly interested in the ones with big, glowing neon signs.

"I can see the shops, why do they need those?" She hastily asked, her voice pitching up at the end of her question.

You chuckled, "They're to catch your eyes, some people ignore shops they're not interested in and something so big and bright around the dull space can draw you in."

Omega created an 'O' shape with her mouth, understanding the usage. The both of you quickly caught up to Hunter, who was currently paying for the extra durasteel Tech needed for the ship. You showed Omega around the stall, the little toys of droids and aliens grabbing her attention.

"That's an astromech plush, you might've seen a couple on Kamino."

"It might not be a neon sign, but this definitely caught my eye," Omega's eyes brightened, excited that she found something she really liked and wanted to keep, "Can we get it?"

"Go ask Hunter before he buys the rest of the stuff, and don't forget the puppy eyes!" You laughed with her as she jogged off the the cashier's desk to convince Hunter about the toys purchase.

Tech completed suitable repairs on the Marauders hull, all he needed was the durasteel to cover the interior engines of the ship. He grabbed his tools and put the most important ones on his belt and the others inside the toolbox that sat on top of Gonky.

Guiding the droid inside first, he switched on his charging port and let him recharge, quietly thanking Gonky's assistance. Tech checked up on the Batchers' location, surprised to see that they were still deep in the town for their supply run.

Surprisingly, Tech had nothing to work on. There were no trinkets the boys had brought back for him to analyse or to dig into to uncover some interesting information. He hadn't put aside anything to work on in his spare time.

He genuinely had no clue what to do. Gonky was charging so he couldn't divert power to a storage unit on the shuttle, he couldn't clean his blasters, having already done that before even landing the ship.

His mind was empty.

Well, almost empty.

He still couldn't get your voice out of his head. Your modulated voice. Especially only yours through his wrist comm. It's like his comm channel was made for you. At this point, he was blushing profusely, swinging his arms like a little cadet boy back on Kamino.

Now, his head was far from empty. His imagination running wilder than it could've gone. He didn't know it would even reach this point.

Probably a bit too wild.

He'd wonder how you'd sound under his helmet. Your modulated voice coming from one of his prized possessions. How you'd sound if you were writhing underneath him as he watched your eyes underneath his helmet. How you'd sound if he ruthlessly pounded you—

This is inappropriate, he thought. You're a member of the Batch and really good friend of his, should he really be thinking about in such a way? As he looked down in shame, he was met with the consequences of his dirty thoughts, his codpiece protruding a bit more than it should of.

Now he can't un-think this. It's human psychology, a thought or a situation has been birthed abruptly and told to forget it, well, that's difficult. You would have to do something in order to rid of it.

Even he rambles in his own head. He would have to do something to rid of it. Rid of his erection? That's both inappropriate and almost irresistible. Tech sighed, giving into his intrusive thought before walking towards the door panel to close the shuttles ramp.

He double-checked on his datapad that nobody could open the ramp manually outside, just so no one would walk in on him unexpected. He walked to the back of the shuttle, sitting down on his partially messy bunk. In several swift movements, he discarded his armoured pieces, tossing the larger ones to the ground.

Tech was now left in his blacks, his tent more obvious without the crotch piece. He dug his gloved fingers into the hem of his blacks to pull off the trouser piece along with his boxers. He tossed those to the end of his bunk, his hard cock resting against his lower abdomen.

He tested the waters, not having done this in such a long time. Tech wrapped his hand around his cock, sliding gently up and down and around the tip. He sighed, satisfied but not satisfied enough. He desperately removed his gloves and the wrist comms, tossing them to the foot of his bunk.

What he didn't know before continuing was his comm and landed on an odd angle.

The button pressed up against his mattress had activated your channel.

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mooonjin · 5 months

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☽ ━━ Tech

⋆ Tech-nically, You’re Not Fine - (fluff) gn!reader tech’s injury on serenno left you in a fit of worry and he needs someone to patch him up.

⋆ Imagination - (nsfw 18+) gn!reader tech has free time to himself, a little too free…

⋆ Imagination Pt. 2 - (nsfw 18+) gn!reader what happens when tech has nothing to do and you’re stuck in his head?

☽ ━━ Echo

⋆ The Past Behind Him - f!reader echo wasn’t fond of a medic being assigned to clone force 99.

⋆ The Past Behind Him Pt. 2 - f!reader your last interaction didn’t go so well, ready to make amends?

⋆ Your Comfort Buddy - (comfort) jedi!gn!reader scarred after order 66 and echo is right there with you.

☽ ━━ Hunter

⋆ Desperate - (nsfw 18+) f!reader implied he’s begging for it because he wants it.

⋆ Earned - (nsfw 18+) f!reader implied a sequel to ‘desperate’ but you actually let hunter finish this time.

⋆ Juggling - (fluff) gn!reader playing the role of older brother was the last thing he expected as a solider.

⋆ Butterfly - f!reader implied new changes are commencing on raxus and you, as a nature lover, stumble across another nature lover.

⋆ Falling For You - masc!f!reader you were eager to retrieve hunter who became separated from the group after a mission for cid’s client.

☽ ━━ Wrecker

⋆ Wrecked His Heart - (kinda angst) gn!reader wrecker has feelings for you but do you reciprocate?

⋆ Stealth Wrecker, Remember? - (fluffy love) gn!reader oh, he’s crushing on you real hard that he’s sneaking off to go visit you.

☽ ━━ Crosshair

⋆ His Nature - (fluff) gn!reader he harbours feelings for you but with his personality, he finds difficult to confess.

⋆ Toothpick - (fluff) crosshair a new face comes around when the batchers lay low from the empire.

⋆ Brothers - (fluff) crosshair and batchers finally, proper food since the empire but crosshair’s stubborn.

last updated: 5/12/23

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mooonjin · 1 year

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Hi I don't know if your requests are open but can you do a Hunter X female reader she likes nature and he does too they connect it be a soft wholesome story.

Butterfly

Notes: SUCH A CUTE PROMPT!!!!! ii hope this is what you like <3333 and as promised, the fic!!! i hope this is also confort enough after the tbb finale :((

Pairing: Hunter x f!reader

Summary: You, a nature lover on Raxus has to deal with the changes of the New Empire. But a new path has opened, a path to another nature lover. A person you wouldn't expect to love nature too.

Warnings/Tags: fluff, mentions of the Empire, nature, implied f!reader but i dont use many pronouns (i dont think 0.0), cute tension ⁠— tell me if I've missed anything!

The suns rays gently pushed its way through the lush, orange and green mixed trees. It was always such a lovely view to admire and even better to even sit and relax under. The golden ropes shining against you as you feel the warm heat.

Raxus was responsible for the beautiful horizons and lands you grew up around, your mother and father always making sure there was time for the family to go out and acknowledge what the planet offered.

They shielded you from the war, considering they were on the side of the Separatists, they didn't want you in on politics, especially because your mother was a senator for Raxus. They wanted you to be happy and appreciate the better things in life.

That's how you fell in love with nature.

Everyday, just how your parents did it, you would go out, sit on the same tree log that you carved your names into—with cutely failed love hearts that almost looked like stars—and just sit. Sit and cherish the time you had with the singing birds and the sun that continued to shine.

It was post-Clone Wars now. The Galactic Empire rose to power.

Suddenly, the atmosphere around you changed drastically. As you grew older, you slowly learned about the horrible war that happened and now, a new position in power is pushing all of these absurd laws. Weren't you practically on their side?

Now, finding the time to be by yourself and away from everyone else became difficult. There was either a clone or a TK trooper around every corner you turned.

Luckily, there was a forest close to your home that the trees tower over, making it tough to land, large, Imperial shuttles on.

They attempted to cut them down but they were too thick and wasted time, according to the really angry commanding officers you overheard.

You now had a beautiful space to relax in. You were upset the log that had your parents names on it wasn't by the forest but the Empire would've arrested you and you wouldn't have been able to sit in environment solitude any longer.

The sun rays continued to shine through the trees, the rays longer and brighter because of the tall trees. There seems to be more animals around this area, you assumed they moved habitats because of how forceful the Empire was.

You were able to close your eyes, feeling safe and listen to the insects, the mammals do their animal things.

You had an idea to bring a little notebook with you and write songs with the tune of how the animals sang to each other during the day and how they chirped at night.

"Ah, the beauties of life," you grinned.

"We are coming up on Raxus," Tech's voice echoed down the Marauder, hoping Wrecker wasn't asleep. As the shuttle entered Raxus' atmosphere, the view of the orange and green arranged forests was even better aerial.

The city heart was in the distance, the buildings standing strong and silver. Despite the pretty exterior, the city was surrounded by Imperial troops from head to toe.

Tech landed the shuttle in a remote area, a forest with tall trees to stay undercover.

The sun was already beginning to set, Cid giving the Batcher's almost no information about the retrieval mission. It seems they had little time to break out whoever their client was.

"Wow, this place is beautiful," Omega was in awe as her eyes panned the high trees and the lush grass around them, her irises sparkling against the sun rays.

A small butterfly landed briefly on her head, causing her to chuckle before it flew off into the distance.

Hunter watched her, like a protective brother would do. He too was in awe with the plants around them.

He was particularly fond of nature, not even his brothers knew. Whenever they were free and Cid hadn't given them a job, he would sit against logs to watch the clouds surf the Ord Mantell mountains.

It was the only nature he could watch, the sandy atmosphere not bringing much but he still appreciated what he was given. Hunter always thought of visiting Raxus, having luscious ambience. He would've even considered putting aside his soldier life to live here.

Unfortunately, he had to visit the wonderful planet on the opposing side.

On the other hand, Echo and Wrecker were a little wary about this place. Crosshair was off to the side, chewing on his toothpick. He was wary too but a job was a job at the end of the day.

All they knew was their client is a Separatist and they're rescuing them.

"Hunter, four Imperial shuttles have just entered Raxus' atmosphere and are headed for the capital city. We might not be able to engage at all and complete the mission without getting caught." Tech was tapping away at his datapad, the small nods of his head suggesting they don't go forth with the mission right now.

Hunter sighed, "Do we have time early morning?"

They all looked at Tech, who was probably calculating the hours of possibility. With one last button touch, all he responded with was, 'yes.'

With a defeated sigh, everybody trekked back to the Marauder. Wrecker was desperate to sleep the evening away with Omega and Crosshair. Maker forbid when they sleep, Wrecker snores. Tech and Echo had their business about mechanical stuff up by the cockpit, maybe to double-check what needed to be repaired and added to the list.

However, Hunter wanted to do something else.

The night was breezy, the weather was nice, and you could hear the nocturnal animals emerge from their homes. The Imperial patrols usually regroup and do their daily meetings and reports so you had freedom to roam the forests without getting caught.

You carried your night lamp, your journal inside your pouch, and of course an electro staff for your own protection. Fortunately, you rarely had to use it.

As you walked down the sandy hill towards the high trees, you noticed there were more fireflies out so you cranked down the brightness on your lamp to embrace the natural light.

The trees always provided you comfort. They were like protectors. You kept walking along the sandy rubble, the path slowly fading into the green grass beneath your feet.

You waved to the curious rabbits that popped their heads through the fluffy bushes. You chuckled gently as the fireflies surrounded you curiously, almost tickling you as they made their way through the forest.

Hunter was sat on the ramp of the Marauder, his helmet off next to him. He was watching the white moon walk the night sky of Raxus, the gentle breeze brushing up against his long curls.

A curious tooka cat trotted towards Hunter, sniffing the ramp and his armoured boots. It purred, looking up at Hunters eyes. He smiled at the animal before it ran off, something else catching its attention.

Hunter stood up, walking down to the grassy plains beneath the ramp. He ran his fingers against the soft plants, inhaling the fresh air.

This felt nice, putting the soldier role aside and admiring what else life had to offer.

You were nearing your resting spot, grinning softly as you observed the birds feeding their childrens and singing lullabies. You jogged to your little spot, a small rocky cliff area to get a beautiful view of the rivers.

You closed your eyes, breathing in the air and listening to the gentle sound of the flowing water.

Startled, you yelped a bit as a butterfly landed on your nose, "Oh my, you scared me. I don't blame you, this a lovely place to play around," you chuckled, gently picking the insect and letting it fly away.

As Hunter walked back to the Marauders ramp to call it there, his senses picked up something in the distance. There was mumbling in the distance, he couldn't tell exactly what it was but it alerted him. He was swift to grab his blaster and his helmet to approach the noise.

Obviously approaching something you don't know isn't smart but Hunter was not about let something or someone jeopardise the beginning of the mission. As Hunter stealthily walked through the tall trees in the direction of the noise, he saw a silhouette.

He pushed away a bush to get a better look.

It wasn't a creature and definitely wasn't anything Imperial.

It was a person.

A very beautiful person.

Hunter lowered his blaster, his gaze softening under his helmet. You were giggling at the same tooka cat he saw earlier that was now brushing up against your knees. The tooka seemed to be extremely comfortable with you, almost jumping up onto your shoulders excitedly.

The cat meowed particularly loud and unfortunately, in Hunters direction. It caught him off guard. You were confused why the tooka suddenly ran away meowing like it was in distress.

That was when you saw Hunter.

Instinctively, you drew your electro staff, lighting it up. This man, who you've never seen before had managed to sneak up on you, wearing armour that was too similar to the clone troopers in the Empire.

You were just confused as to why it was all black and red.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" You called out to the trooper. Hunter tucked away his blaster, his hands coming up and out defensively.

"It's okay, I'm not here to hurt anyone." Hunter took one gentle step further, causing you to jolt the staff in his direction. He flinched.

"I don't enjoy repeating myself," you huffed, "Who are you and what are you doing here?"

Hunter slowly took off his helmet to show he wasn't a threat. He even took out his blaster and threw it aside.

Your eyes scanned him. He had a skull tatted on half his face, a red bandana with a skull imprinted on it. He had a prominent nose, dark brown eyes, and a strong jaw.

He also looked like a clone. Well, the face shape of one at least.

"Hunter, and I'm here by myself," that was a lie, "I'm just here to enjoy the forest."

You titled your head slightly. This... man, who had very similar features and outfit as a soldier, enjoying nature? That's a first.

You deactivated the electricity on your staff but you still kept it grasped in your hand, just in case.

You introduced yourself to him. His voice was low and soft, raspy but clear. There were visible wrinkles on his face and he tends to squint a lot when he spoke.

"Never met anyone on Raxus who enjoys the forest," you spoke. It was true, everyone was too focused on the economy, the war, the Empire, and trying to get off the planet. No one seemed to have time to sit down and admire nature.

"You learn something new," Hunter shrugged, "Do you mind if I sit?" you hesitated, your fingers clenching the hilt of your staff. You didn't know if he was undercover for the Empire or not.

Despite discarding his blaster, there was a vibro knife holster on his arm, very yellow and obvious.

"No tricks."

Hunter nodded, approaching your side to sit down. He was surprised at the view he was met with. A calm and clear river running down the slopes like it was skating against the rocks.

You sat down down, your staff clinking by your side as you let go of it. This Hunter person doesn't seem too bad so far, he was too focused on the water flowing. He was an attractive person, you'll give him that but you couldn't let that thought control how you were going to interact with him.

"How did you find this place?" you ran your fingers against a pebble before throwing it into the stream to be swept away.

He shrugged, "I like plant-y, environment stuff. I thought this place looked nice," the tips of your mouth lifted up into a small grin. You were already getting flustered over his voice and you met him five minutes ago. You coughed, shoving those thoughts to the back of your head.

The silence wasn't too uncomfortable. You tuned to the soft noises of nature, trying not to get immensely distracted by the man sat next to you also enjoying the soft noises of nature.

"Do you come here often?" Hunter asked. You watched all of those holofilms before, isn't this what they ask when they have no experience with conversation starters?

You chuckled, "I do, actually. Grew up around here."

Hunter gently nodded his head before facing the stream of water again, "So, you're pro-Empire."

"Hey, just because I grew up here doesn't mean I am," you playfully punched his shoulder, shaking off the slight pain from your knuckles because he was literally in full armour. Hunters hand came up defensively, apologising for his accusation.

"Then I'm surprised you haven't been caught by troops."

"Well, the trees really help with that. They're like my best friends," you stuck your hand out, drifting through the air.

Hunters eyes watched you carefully, he looked at you how you looked at nature. The way your eyes and cheeks lift up into a grin made Hunter smile himself. He had no experience with hanging out with someone other than his brothers. Especially mid-mission.

"I see."

Your hand came back down only to be met with Hunters gloved hand. Flustered, you quickly took your hand off. You mumbled an apology, situating your hand onto your lap. Hunter, who was also flustered, but more embarrassed swiftly changed the subject to save you both.

"So... how much do you know about plants?"

"I know enough to become a botanist," you picked off a small dandelion, blowing the seeds off and watching them float with the wind. They ended up crashing and covering Hunters face, some getting caught in his curls and his bandana. It wasn't very pretty for Hunter, but he looked like an angel covered in it.

Except for the sputtering that happened right after when some managed to get in his mouth.

"Very funny."

You gave him a hearty laugh, "It wasn't on purpose!"

"Whatever you say," Hunter patted himself clean. There was probably a long lost dandelion seed buried in his hair somewhere but he'll find it some how.

The two of you sat comfortably in each others' presence, chatting away about Raxus' trees, the dusty and dry dunes of Tatooine, and the bustling technologies of Coruscant.

You learned he was an ex-GAR soldier, that explained him lugging around in clone trooper armour. He also has an odd obsession with taking care of kids. He sounded like he's very experienced in that field.

The very same tooka cat came back to play around with the both of you. It managed to accidentally stick its fur in Hunters nose, causing you to rumble into a fit of laughter once again. It sent a smile to Hunters face but he was also slightly humiliated.

A couple of stars shot through the navy blue sky, the two of you making wishes that ranged from wanting an Empire-free life to hoping the other person wakes up as a worm.

You both talked, played, pushed, and comforted each other until the suns head poked from out the horizon; you both had fallen asleep next to each other by then.

The chirping and cawing of the birds woke you both up. You had to smack away a couple hungry fruit flies as you sat up. You blinked, stretching your muscles to wake yourself up.

Hunter yawned, "Good sleep?"

"Mhm," you mumbled, your croaky morning voice coming through.

"You seemed at ease when you slept." Hunter also stood up to stretch, unaware of how his words came out.

You chuckled when you saw him freeze in realisation, "That's how it is in the forests."

Hunter brushed off the loose grass that managed to pile up on him whilst he was sleeping. He reached over to grab his helmet, knowing he can't stay here much longer. He would've loved to if he wasn't getting paid to do a job.

"Leaving?" you sounded a little disappointed. You grew to like Hunter and him leaving sort of made you feel lonelier.

"Well, we have our own paths in nature, don't we?" he grinned. Before you could smile too, there was shouting deeper into the forest. Instinctively, you reached for your staff.

"Hunter!" it was another man's voice calling out for Hunter.

"Don't stress, I know those people," his hands came out again defensively. You lowered your staff.

"I suppose you're leaving now?" you rubbed your arm, upset that he would be gone just like that. Maybe he would come back?

Hunter took a couple steps forward, inches away from you. He gently took your hand in his, handing you a spare comm device. You looked into his deep brown eyes, trying not to blush, "My frequency, if you want to stay in touch?"

You nodded, coyly, grasping the comm device. Hunter stepped away, giving you one last message.

"Promise to comm sometime?"

"Of course, trooper."

"See you soon, butterfly."

Hunter's helmet hissed as he put it on before disappearing into the forest just like that.

Butterfly. You liked that nickname.

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mooonjin · 1 year

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HELLO MOON ITS JIABEE

can i ask for a tech x reader (gn, fem, idc) after he gets his leg injured? like hurt/comfort fluffy shit?

thank you, ily!

(you remind me of my friend ella, she's a major simp except her energy is directed towards bts and kdrama actors 😂)

Tech-nically, You're Not Fine

Notes: EEEE HEY JIABAE! i hope you like this and dont mind me puting in some hormons at parts,, also i LOVE bts too, shoutout to ella hehee much luv!!

Pairing: Tech x gn!reader

Summary: Tech's injury on Serenno left you in a fit of worry. As much as you wanted to change the outcome of the incident, the past already happened. He was here with you, in the present, injured and in need of somebody to take care of him.

Warnings/Tags: mentions of bruises, mentions of tending to injuries, sprinkles of hurt, teeny bit suggestive, teeny ss2 spoilers, fluff — tell me if I've missed anything!

You were upset, you were furious, you were every emotion that wasn't anything 'happy.' That mission was stupid and reckless and they shouldn't have gone whether they would've been rich or not.

Are you kidding me? Castle Serenno? The former home of Count Dooku? Was that really the price of freedom? Almost getting yourselves killed for money? All the money in the world wouldn't matter if they died!

Is what you wanted to say as you were carefully setting up some bandaging for Tech's fractured femur, who, insisted it be called his fractured left femur. On a separate wheely table, you had all of the bacta bandages and several other tools that Tech provided you with.

You weren't sure if he wanted you to do it because he didn't trust himself enough or if he just wanted you. You'd like to think it was the second option considering he was definitely intelligent enough to patch himself.

"Why would you agree to go on that mission, Tech? I know you, Wrecker and possibly Echo agreed but you? Agreeing to this? That's outrageous!" it was a more toned down version of what you initially wanted to confront Tech with but you didn't want to scare him off like that whilst he was injured.

"Outrageous is the correct term I would use but as soldiers of war, paying a price for freedom is certainly worth the effort," he bargained, maintaining a stern tone of voice, being careful not to directly yell at you.

He remembered what Romar told him, that there is life outside of war so his ambition to retrieve the war chest upped. Tech was definitely dispirited when his femur was crushed and the war chest was the last of their priorities.

You grumbled, your face feeling hot from the anger you've tried to contain. Lashing out at an injured man was inappropriate, "Y'didn't even gain anything from the mission besides an injury—which could've been life threatening!"

"Fortunately, it was not. My left femur was crushed so it is only my lower half would have been threatened. If I was situated four meters lower then yes, I would also be inclined to agree with the term 'life-threatening', otherwise, I am fine." Tech was too exhausted to continue speaking, hoping that was an enough of an answer for you.

He didn't speak anymore, wanting to discourage a potential argument.

You checked on him multiple times as you prepared the equipment, noticing how he always flickered his gaze to the cockpit and back to his datapad.

You audibly sighed, gaining his attention from time to time, lowering your voice so you weren't harshly talking to him.

"Tech, you know nothing bad will happen to your datapad and the cockpit, right? You're injured, can't even walk properly and need rest," you said, to avert his gaze — mainly to you.

He swallowed shyly after his actions had been brought up, "Once you're able to secure my fractured femur, I am more than capable to sustain my own mobility," you dropped your shoulders, sending Tech and not-so-approved stare.

Even if his statement was true, the constant movement wouldn't give his poor femur time to heal.

"That's not an excuse to throw away resting time," you mumbled, eyebrows furrowing, trying to suppress the dismay in your voice. You unbuckled his knee-piece to get his left leg bare so there wasn't any obstruction when applying the bandages.

Next was his long array of tools as well as his blaster holster that was held together like a belt. You reached around his hip to unclip it, letting the items fall limp.

"I can manage," was all he mumbled before letting you finish up with taking off his trinkets.

You were now face-to-face with Tech's bare denim-blacks and eye-level with his crot—

You coughed, gaining his attention again, "A-hem," to save him from unnecessary pain, you stopped, not progressing with his outfit.

Tech seemed to have reached over to his holopad as you were taking his belt off. You rolled your eyes, coughing again so he would actually look up from the screen. How are his eyes not sore?

"Yes?" his eyes peaking just over the screen. The unexpected eye contact sent you to a blushing fit after having to pry your eyes away from the... view.

Your mouth opened first but nothing came out immediately, your eyes darting quickly to look everywhere but directly into his gold chocolate orbs.

"I won't do it for you so I don't accidentally hurt you, but could you roll up your jeans?" you waved your hand around, shyly, averting your eyes to the oh so lovely floor of the Marauder.

"That wouldn't be smart. Compiling my wear on top of my fractured femur is most likely to cause pressure," when Tech speaks to you, you could listen to him continue for hours on end.

Your eyes made their way back to his eyes before they widened slightly. He was already looking straight at you, unaware of what he's doing.

Although, it didn't really answer your question, "So?"

"I suggest I rid of the jeans so it is easier for you to mend," he discarded his datapad, letting it rest against the panel of buttons.

"Do you need to stand up?" you shoved back every stutter from escaping your throat.

"I do."

You quickly stood up, scooping him gently as he put pressure on his right leg for support. For his privacy, you looked away as fast as you could before you could see him clip off his crotch piece and dip his gloved fingers into the hem of his jeans. He slowly pulled them far enough down his thighs.

"How uh, far do you need them down?" you practically crushed your eyes as you shut them, overthinking the intention of your question. Fortunately, Tech took it like every other question he'd been asked.

"Only beneath my thighs, you may put me back down and remove the rest."

You tensed at his words.

"You want me to—uh, remove them?" you carefully helped him back down into the chair, the tops of his thighs exposed and the slightest view of his exposed boxers.

He didn't answer your question immediately, taking the time to clip his crotch piece back. You were internally disappointed at the loss but you were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard Tech speak again.

"Considering my state, leaning parallel to my legs would not do my femur justice. You have the mobility effective enough to remove them without further injuring me."

Any response died at the back of your throat. He's right. Always is so, you didn't object. Tech watched you delicately take the jeans off his legs and once you passed the area of his fractured femur, he picked up his neglected datapad and tapped away.

Your angry thoughts about the Batch attending the war chest mission, dissipated. You were quick to wander along his bare skin. He was muscly and toned, slightly upset that he would be hiding all of this under his outfit.

With a quick, mental slap, you addressed the serious matter at hand.

The bruising around the skin was extreme, a cloud of purple and scattered layers of green-ish yellow taking up a large amount of the thigh. You admired Tech's level of toleration of the injury.

Hoping you gave it enough time to soak, you reached over to the prepared bacta bandages.

Once they were ready, you gave Tech a heads-up, "Bandages are ready, it'll be cold," you carried the white fabric onto Tech's thigh, subconsciously lifting his knee up to wrap it around, forgetting to warn him about that too.

Tech hissed, gritting his teeth at the movement. You heard him, mumbling apologies after apologies, doing your best to get the wrapping secure and done with.

You slotted a tan fabric layer to keep the bandages from coming loose under his thigh, bringing it up to clip it down. Once it was secure enough, you sighed, sitting back on your heels.

"I should've been there to help earlier," guilt slowly inched towards you. You stood up, pushing the table into a compartment. Your words caught the attention of Tech who shockingly put away his datapad for the time being.

"It was not your fault, it was only a matter of gravity and my unfortunate placement when the crate fell," he peaked around the corner, watching you bring out Crosshair's old rifle case.

"I know but could've at least like, pushed you out of the way or maybe be in your position inste—"

"No. It would not be wise to be in my position and the thought of you taking 150 kilograms similar to I is excruciating."

A small grin crept up to your face, analysing his sentence and repeating the fact he thinks about you.

You took out any remaining blaster ammo out of the rifle, double-checking that it was empty. You clicked off the sniping lens and propped it back into the case.

You chuckled, closing the case, "You think about me?" Tech's eyes blinked rapidly, processing your bold choices of words.

"Yes... well, if I was not, communication would be quite difficult." You chuckled again. There was some truth Tech's excuse, you suspected he added the last bit to cover for his answer.

The rifle in your hand was now safe enough to act as a crutch to support Tech, who was still jeanless.

You scooped Tech under his arms to help him stand up on his now supported leg. You made sure the rifle sat comfortable under his shoulder and his bandages sat on his thigh properly.

Now for his jeans.

This time, you weren't as nervous about the whole jeans ordeal. However, Tech was the opposite. Because his datapad was on the panels, the distance to reach it for himself was impossible, having to distract himself some other way.

You brought the jeans up below Tech's thighs, allowing him to put them up himself. Tech gulped, trying his hardest erase the image of you in such a compromising position.

"Sorry I wasn't there," you mumbled, placing him back down onto the chair.

"Like I said, it was not your fault and in the midst of a mission, it wouldn't be very efficient to mend me inside of a vertical war chest on the extremity of a cliff." Tech's way of comforting you was unique but it certainly helped ease you up.

"Now, you need to rest." Tech was now in arms length to reach over to his datapad, finally continuing whatever beep bop boops he was up to.

"Thanks to you, I am capable of considerable mobility. I am fine."

You rolled your eyes, snatching his holopad from his grasp. You waved your thumb over the shut off button as a passive way to threaten him if he doesn't get rest, "You are not."

"Technically, I am."

"Technically, you're not."

Post-Notes: hope ya liked it, i didnt edit much so im might come back to it to edit oops,, also i hope i wrote tech accuratly!

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mooonjin · 9 months

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Hey, i see that your request are open, I could be wrong. Let me know if I am. I just wanted to tell you that I adore you writing.

Can I have a Wrecker X gn!reader on those trying times? I think it would be funny to see Wrecker TRYING to keep his relationship with his s/o a secret from his brothers. But it's Wrecker, they noticed right away.

Maybe because he suddenly doesn't have a problem going to the medic bay to treat his wounds. He starts to look for excuses to leave the ship or go alone to get the supplies. And the rest of the batch starts to get suspicious like...

Wrecker is trying to keep his armor clean now. HE looks more clean. Every time he goes to the medic bay he comes back with a stupid smile. They see him looking at the little plushies on the stores they pass by. He evens starts to ask Teach about flowers and wich ones are dangerous to humans (of course he gets bored midway).

The last straw is when one day they him trying to sneak back in the havoc with something behind his back. When they manage to get it from him they see its a packed lunch, it's so neat and sweet and they know Wrecker isn't the one who made it. So... was it?

(Sorry of its too much I got a little excited. It's my first time making a request and English is not my first language)

Stealth Wrecker, Remember?

Notes: hi another anon!! first of all terribly sorry you had to wait for sososo long too but here it izzzzzz this is such a cute idea ihope i did it well thank you for choosing me as your first requester!!! don’t worry about language, english isnt my first language either <3

Pairing: Wrecker x gn!reader

Summary: The Batch slowly become suspicious of Wrecker's behaviour. As they uncover various hints, what they find out is not what they expected.

Warnings/Tags: fluff, no y/n mentions, pretty much lovey dove y cutesy wrecker stuff ⁠— tell me if I've missed anything!

Clone Force 99 shared countless missions and adventures together, known for their high success rate but also reckless tactics. Each clone abiding with their own skills, making them unique.

Wrecker, the big guy. He's the boisterous and carefree member of the team, known for his extreme strength and eagerness for battle or mission. However, something had changed for him. Instead of sleeping, eating or chatting, he seemed oddly preoccupied.

Lately, he's been finding excuses to leave the shuttle alone to head to the medbay more frequently.

"Wrecker, this is the 8th time you've had an 'injury' to deal with." Hunter's confused voice spoke. Wrecker once again blabbed an excuse for him to leave so abruptly.

"Yeah well- I get hurt a lot! Just visiting the place s'all." His excited tone of voice came through, doing his best to mask it with 'ows' or 'ouch'. You know, to fool his brothers.

Crosshair's eyebrow raised up, looking through his top eyelashes at his brother. Wrecker left hastily as if this visit to the medbay was an emergency. The group exchanged puzzled glances as they observed their brother's peculiar behavior.

Wrecker couldn't help but feel a strange flutter of anticipation in his chest as he happily skipped down the halls of the med wing. He had a secret, one that he had been keeping from the rest of the squad. He was head over heels and he couldn't wait to see you again.

He was eager to steal a few precious moments with you, his special someone.

"Hey beautiful." Wrecker's voice was quick to fill the quiet space of the medbay, watching as you tidied equipment. He stared for a bit before walking over to peer over your shoulder. He loved watching you work. He loved watching you do anything, really.

"Got another 'injury' for me?" You chuckled, looking up at his towering figure. Wrecker gave a cheeky grin, his playful nature shining through.

"Oh absolutely." The two of you laughed and chatted, finding solace in each other's company amidst the quiet hum of medical equipment.

Wrecker's gaze softened as he watched you talk about your day, captivated by your every word. You exchanged playful banter and shared tender moments, opening up to one another. He marveled at the shimmer in your eyes, even if it was just the reflection of the white medical lights.

He found himself wrapping his bulky arms around your waist, giving you a back hug as he gently rocked side to side whilst you fixed equipment. He followed you around like a puppy, craving attention.

He always made you smile, always made you laugh.

After a while, you had to go back to your shift to tend to other units of the GAR. As much as Wrecker despised leaving you, he'd make sure to come back again.

Skipping back to the Marauder, he couldn't get rid of the giddy smile on his face.

"How's your injury?" Echo said, his scomp whirring under the haul of the Marauder.

Wrecker grinned, "Oh she- it! Went well." Uh oh, a slip up. Echo was quick to sus out Wrecker's mistake, brushing it off since it could really just be a mistake. It's Wrecker after all.

The first sign that something was amiss was Wrecker's sudden interest in keeping his armour clean. Gone were the smudges of dirt and battle scars that were once his signature. Now, he regularly wiped down his armor, striving to maintain a pristine appearance after every mission.

His brothers couldn't help but raise their eyebrows at this newfound obsession with cleanliness.

His bunk, full of food scraps and his blacks hung up on the drying rack above his sheets were no longer. The burn marks and dents, fixed in a jiffy. He even repainted the prominent red stripes across his armour, the CF99 skull, and his artistic helmet.

With a grin, he proudly scrubbed down the filth that once covered his armour.

Once again, Wrecker pops in to visit the medbay with a small smile on his face. Then he would return to the barracks with a foolish grin. Ear to ear smile with teeth which didn't go unnoticed by his sharp-eyed brother, Crosshair - as well as the others.

Normally Wrecker would brush off minor injuries, refusing treatment since 'he was going to get hurt again anyway'. Now he was willingly seeking medical attention without complaint only because he got to see your beautiful face.

It was clear that something was lingering in the air and his brothers were determined to find out what.

"Tech, just wondering somethin'." Wrecker asked his intelligent brother.

"What is it?"

Wrecker cleared his throat, trying to sound nonchalant, "You know flowers, right? What one of those are dangerous or poisonous to people? What's the best one to keep as a house... flower?" He tried his best to cover up his eagerness about flowers.

"Well there are the simple ones. Roses, for instance, are generally safe. Their beauty lies in their petals, and they pose no direct threat. Sunflowers, with their large, cheerful heads, are harmless as well. Delicate daisies, tulips..."

Tech's voice faded out. Wrecker daydreamed, getting bored about his brothers rant. He only considered roses since those reminded them of you. He loved your rosy blush and the pink stud earrings you wore.

He imagined how your reaction to a gift of flowers would be or your reaction a small plushie he saw in the markets on a supply run. A small blush creeping onto his cheeks.

"...but it's crucial to approach unfamiliar flowers with caution, as many contain varying levels of toxicity." Tech finished his small explanation on flowers, finding Wrecker not paying an ounce of attention. He also brushed this off, used to the boredom. But he didn't brush off the suspicion of the sudden interest in flowers.

Wrecker wouldn't even consider smelling a flower in the first place.

Because it was only Tech and himself in the barracks - everyone else went on the supply run - he decided to give you another visit. Whilst Tech was distracted, the big guy snuck off to the medical wing in hopes to see your angel face once again.

Wrecker was off to the medical wing, delighted to see you. The rest of the Batch returned with food, new blacks, and cleaning equipment. Time to address the elephant that wasn't in the room anymore.

"Tech, where's Wrecker?" Echo asked his brother, who was slouched over his desk, tinkering.

He looked up, "Huh? Oh he was just-" Tech paused as he looked around, no Wrecker in sight, "-here."

"He keeps disappearing." Hunter shook his head, placing the new supplies on the couch.

As days turned into weeks, the clues continued to pile up. Wrecker's disappearance slowly began to add up, only disappearing when it was your shift in the medical wing and when it wasn't, it would be during the Batches lunch break.

The final straw came one day when Wrecker tried to sneak back into the barracks with something hidden behind his back. The rest of the team quickly cornered him, demanding to know what he was hiding.

With a sheepish smile, Wrecker reluctantly revealed a neatly packed lunch.

The Batch exchanged stunned looks. It was a small, pale box full of food you wouldn't find in the mess hall. The food was neatly stacked and separated into the compartments.

Wrecker was known for his appetite and love for all things hearty and messy. There was no way he had made such a thoughtful and delicate meal. Crosshair was quick to reach into the box, grabbing a small note which Wrecker attempted to retrieve.

'hey wrecker! have a lovely day biggie, enjoy the food my foodie xx'

Read the note. The realization hit them like a blaster bolt—someone else had prepared that lunch for him. The question remained: who?

Unable to contain their curiosity any longer, the batch confronted Wrecker about this mystery.

Wrecker hesitated for a moment before finally admitting the truth. He had been seeing someone, someone special who had captured his heart. You. The angel who swept him off his feet.

The news was met with a mixture of surprise, amusement, and relief. Their suspicions had been confirmed, "I knew it!" Hunter said.

"No, you didn't." Crosshair put a toothpick into his mouth.

They felt genuinely happy for their brother. Wrecker's infectious grin spread across his face, relieved none of them freaked. He was still able to see you, maybe even come introduce his brothers to you.

With the truth out in the open, the Batch embraced Wrecker's special someone with open arms. They teased him mercilessly, each offering their own unique brand of humor and advice. Wrecker beamed from ear to ear, grateful for the support.

As time passed, you would eventually become an important part of the batches lives. The clone siblings grew to appreciate the joy and warmth that you brought to their tight-knit family.

You boasted about bagging such a hearty guy like Wrecker.

After all, what's there not to brag about?

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mooonjin · 1 year

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Desperate

Notes: hehe put out my first smut (yes i chose hunter for this cus why not!!) it izzz another drabble but ill have more longer ones ;]

Pairing: Hunter x f!reader

Summary: If you want something, you beg for it. Even if it makes you look like a slutty soldier.

Warnings/Tags: 18+ work!! minors shoo flyyyy - sub!Hunter, dom!reader, strap-on cock sucking, begging, gagging (wooo) small smut no plot, implied f!reader but i use 'cock' singularly here and there — tell me if I've missed anything!

There was always something so attractive about Hunter sucking on a strap-on cock like a desperate slut.

The panting, whining, and the conflict of wanting the ordeal to stop even though he wanted so much more. The gagging when taking the cock deeper into his throat then pulling off, gasping greedily for air. The look in his eyes as he glances up, all blurry and teary eyed from shoving the cock so deep into his mouth.

Saying, "It's too much," but still wanting more. Like it wasn't enough.

"Please use my throat til I can't take it anymore..." his voice lower and rougher. The several drops of arousal that drips from his words just turn you on even more.

His bandana had been removed and used to tie his hands behind his back, restraining him from touching himself. He wanted you to take control over him, to use him, use his throat. The rank of Sergeant being thrown away when he was with you.

You kneeled down, abandoning his mouth for a bit to tease his pathetic cock, "You want to be touched so bad, huh?"

"Yes! Yes... please touch me, please..." he groaned as soon as your fingers toyed with his tip. You chuckled, ignoring his plea and you stood back up, returning to his mouth.

Your hand gripped the back of his head, grasping a handful of his long hair, shoving the strap-on back into his mouth. It was where it belonged. You moaned, hearing the wet, wet noises coming from the back of his throat.

You kept him there, his nose idle on the base of your cock as you were grinning. Hunter's eyes were screwed shut, breathing through his nose. His cock was weeping, a bead of precum sitting on the tip from where you teased it.

You could see the very tip of his tongue come to dart out and swirl along the bottom of the cock and the sucking of his cheeks, encouraging wet noises.

When he couldn't take it anymore, he gagged as well as whimpering around it. You pulled him off, but he only was drawn back to the strap, a craving tongue coming out to lick the tip of the strap.

"Fuck my throat, please hngh... use it when I can't, mm take it..." he begged, puffing and panting for air, only just being able to get his plea out.

The poor thing. Begging for what he wants. So good.

Post-Notes: too smutty? less smutty? tell me, i might make a seuqel or some sort of part two cus i like subby hunteer!! hope ya like it :D

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mooonjin · 1 year

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Hi hi!echo anon here i just realized that instead of putting echo x reader i put hunter/// can you feel my love for that man coming though yet-??? Anyways..the echo fic was so cute!! I hope you dont mind me requesting again;;but since i cant seem to get hunter off my mind... Hunter x reader where hunter is being a dad figure to omega AND navigating being in a relationship with the reader? I feel like alot of fics skip the part where The bad batch were soldiers and loving someone doesnt really come as easy to them;; oh my lord i wrote alot- anyways ill end this!! Do you have a masterlist?? And rules for your writings?

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Notes: AAAA so sorry echo anon that took so long to come you!! but its hereeee~~ to answerr your questions, i will have a masterlist soon once i get rest of the bad batch fics out and rules? not so really,, just nothing so super violent or extreemly dark smut ykk? okok enjoyyyyyyyyyy :DD

Pairing: Hunter x gn!reader

Summary: Dealing with a role as an older brother (dad) was something he'd never have thought of but also getting into a relationship? Yeah, that's another.

Warnings/Tags: mentions of Zygerrians, mild kissing, fluff — tell me if I've missed anything!

Hunter whimpered into the kiss.

You don't remember how many rotations it's been since you were able to have a makeout session with him. Let alone have him make noise. The shiver that travelled throughout your body caused you to push desperately against him.

Hunter's breathing shifted, he was almost panting like a dog in need of water. His kissing was sloppy, though you didn't complain. He's a soldier, obviously not the type to go around and practice kissing.

As Hunter's firm hands slid under your blacks, goosebumps appeared across your skin. His mere touch can send you into a frenzy; it was electrifying and soft. His hands came down to the hem of your shirt with the intention of removing it. He grinned teasingly against your neck, you could feel it.

As inexperienced as he seemed, he could still be the biggest tease ever. Just as he was about to take your top off, his thoughts wandered too far into a territory he'd been avoiding.

For him, he felt oddly free of worry and thought. He wasn't about to let that mindset take over him.

Hunter's paranoia kicked in, his hands abandoning your shirt and you completely.

You pouted once his touch left your skin, "Wait, where's Omega?" Hunter's iris dilated at a concerning speed, his eyes staring you down, his squint as menacing as ever. The initial atmosphere of arousal dissipating at lightspeed.

You sighed, shaking your head. He still wasn't used to balancing such a dad-like life with a relationship at the same time, "I sent her off with Wrecker," you reassured him, but he didn't appear too convinced. He always had to make sure Omega was somewhere in his sight, "Your brother's a big guy 'n Omega can handle herself now." you added on.

Whilst cupping his jaw, you examined his face. You gently took your thumb and caressed the tatted skull upon his cheek. He seemed nervous and wasn't easily reassured that Omega was okay. Not that he doesn't trust you or his brothers, oh gosh no.

"Woah-ho, 'm I interrupting?" a booming voice suddenly filled the Marauder, frightening Hunter and yourself.

It was only Wrecker, who seemed to be searching for Gonky as he frantically whipped his head around the nooks and cranny of the shuttle. The brute loves doing sets with the poor droid and is also the master of barging in without warning.

Although you had a grin on your face, Hunter wasn't the same. You could feel his gloved hands grip the lower part of your waist and you didn't know why.

His lips pursed inwards and his eyes squinted more than you've seen before. As his eyes darted around the space in thought, you spoke with a soft voice, "Hey, you okay?—"

"—Wrecker, where's Omega?"

This time, your eyes darted around the space, trying to regain Hunter's eye contact. You could hear happy noises erupt from further up the ship, assuming Wrecker found gonky laying around.

With a quick kiss on your forehead from Hunter, he hastily bolted up towards Wrecker, who was fortunately not paying attention to the lovebirds in the ship.

"Where's Omega?" as you walked slowly towards the two, you could hear how stern Hunter's voice became. You placed both of your hands on his shoulders to calm him down.

He looked over his shoulder to face you, oddly getting distracted by your beauty. The sight of his eyes relaxing a little bit was relieving.

"Left 'er with Cid, said she wanted to show her something she'd like—" faster than the speed of hyperspace, Hunter was out the Marauder in milliseconds and dashing his way deep into town, accidentally bumping you to the ground.

He didn't look back to apologise or even think twice about the harsh contact, by the time Wrecker helped you onto your feet, he was no longer visible.

You sighed, rubbing the back of your thigh from where you fell.

"Y'know... I have another weapon similar to that energy bow of yours," Cid mumbled. She walked over to her desk, the surface area filled with artifacts Omega had never seen before.

She wanted to inspect them all, pry, use, poke, do whatever she was able to do with the mysterious item. They didn't appear clean or regularly dusted but that was expected. 'Clean' wasn't usually the word for Cid's parlor.

Cid whipped out an old crate labelled 'FRAGILE' in bright red paint as well as being covered in crispy, aged blaster shots. Assuming the box was valuable and was definitely shot at, Omega's attention was directed from the target she was focusing on to the crate.

"Was that box stolen?" Omega piped up. She titled her head, curiously, making her way around the hologram table and towards Cid's desk.

As the crate made contact with the desk, multiple metal thumps could be heard from inside, a small wave of dust bouncing off the surface.

Cid scoffed, waving her hand about before opening the box, "Mmm, maybe, but no one's comin' after this, I'll tell you that," it was dusty. Really dusty. It must've been hidden away in the office for some time.

Unfortunately, Omega was too small to see what was in the box so she urged Cid to bring whatever the contents were inside, out. She received an eye roll from Cid, who complied anyway.

Having the embodiment of curiosity run about on two legs has its cons. It wasn't the most ideal around a snappy, sassy lizard.

Omega's eyes widened at the sight of a golden... stick?

"What's that supposed to be?"

"An electro-whip." Cid dusted off the thin layer of dust on the handle before presenting it. Omega let her fingers slide along the strange prongs on one end of the whip.

She was particularly interested in the design of the handle, her fingers descending from the prongs and onto the swirly, yellow designs.

As Cid lent Omega full control of the whip, she was already trying to find an on button, "How does it work?" she titled the handle on every angle, checking if there was anything to touch, press, hold, anything. She even dangerously stuck her eye through the prongs, looking down into a small contraption where the whole show of the whip emerged from.

"You might not wanna stick your eye there, Tiny," Omega immediately backing away as Cid chuckled. Cid gently took a hold of the handle and turning it around before giving it back to Omega, "Hold this handle and push this button, you'll hear a buzzing sound. And make yourself some room." she shooed Omega back.

She did as instructed, backing away from Cid's desk to give herself some room to charge up the whip. Looking around the handle, she found the button to hold down. Her thumb pressed against it, a tingly feeling and a buzzing noise slowly climbing up in decibels.

A golden stream of electricity emerged from the tip of the handle which startled Omega. She looked at the activated weapon in awe, fascinated at how it worked. Before she could wind up her arm to test the whip, Hunter came bursting through office door.

Startled again, Omega took her thumb off the button, the whip retracting, "Well, look who decided to show up." Cid chimed in, crossing her arms as Hunter stepped into the room.

His eyes immediately landing on whatever Omega was clutching in her hand. He noticed it right away, that same whip that he managed to overpower from the Zygerrian when they did their first rescue mission for Cid.

Hastily, he snatched it out of Omega's hand, careful not to hurt her in the process, "You shouldn't be toying with this," he walked over to the open crate on Cid's desk, placing the whip inside and closing the crate back up with a loud slam, buckling the crate tight.

He shot a brooding glare at Cid who defensively put her hands up.

Hunter placed a hand on Omega's shoulder, ushering her out the door. Omega waved to Cid before the sliding doors closed. The two exited the parlor entirely and was greeted with the sound of Ord Mantell.

The Marauder wasn't far from the parlor and neither was the Pantoran man that sold Mantell Mix. Omega giggled at the sight of Wrecker attempting to bargain the price.

As they passed Wrecker, Hunter gestured to him to just pay what the original price is considering they were going on a mission soon that pays well, "Maybe'll get cheaper next'ime..." he grumbled.

Omega gently shook her head, dismissing and forgiving Wrecker even though she didn't expect him to get anything when she came back from Cid's.

Wrecker happily ran ahead at the sight of a fixed Gonky and a disappointed Tech. You emerged from inside the Marauder, glad to see Omega well and Hunter calmed down.

After Wrecker had accidentally sat on Gonky's charging port, he'd ran off the buy something to compensate Tech for having to fix it.

You observed as Omega went along to hang out with Wrecker and Gonky. Tech, on the other hand, was glued to his holopad once again, "Echo and Crosshair are in need of my presence in town, excuse me." His put on his helmet and walked off, nodding dismissively to Hunter to let him know as well.

You stood upon the open door of the shuttle, waiting for Hunter to acknowledge you. Once he had taken his eyes of Omega, his eyes swept straight to you.

He expected a grin or an arms open hug but was met with a cold expression. Deep down he knew he did something wrong running off like that and ignoring you instantly. You exited the shuttle, walking towards him. He froze, terrified he might've made you angry.

He didn't know what to do in situations like this, having only seen scenarios similar when he would watch holofilms. Hunter was nervous, expecting it to end how it would've in the films: yell, shout, quiet down, angry break up.

"Look I really—"

"—You okay?"

What?

He didn't expect that question from you. Hunter was taken aback, almost forgetting to answer your question, "Wha— oh, yes, I'm okay? I guess," you chuckled at his step up, bringing a grin to his face. He hoped this wasn't a cover up of you being twitchy with him.

You pecked his lips, pulling away to address the recent situation, "Omega can be curious—" you began.

"—And reckless." Hunter finished, sighing, but you quickly shushed him with your index finger.

"And that's what makes her, her. I know you want to prevent her from getting hurt or lost but she's still a kid." Hunter's eyes panned over to Wrecker and Omega playing catch — Gonky basically being piggy in the middle — proudly witnessing the first time on Saluecami with Shaeeah and Jek. They both were happy and giggly, occasionally missing the ball and accidentally throwing towards one another's face, "Remember what Suu told you?"

"Children will always find ways of getting into trouble," he quoted, taking his eyes off the duo and back to yours. They always seemed to glimmer every time he stared.

You pulled him into a hug, if wasn't as comfortable with his armour on but the embrace is what matters.

Hunter pulled away, his hands returning to your waist, "I really like you a lot..." he sighed.

"Only?"

He became flustered at the intense eye contact, "Well—maybe more, I uh, don't know...?"

"I love you too," you pecked him again, watching as he scratched the back of his neck, "You're allowed to say it, are you not ready?" you prepared to apologise.

"No, it's not that it's just... I'm not the type someone falls in love with." he nervously confessed. You enveloped him in a passionate kiss, offering comfort. A small smooch of a plop was heard as the both of you pulled away.

"Would you care to finish what we started?" you grinned, feeling how tense his hands became that rested behind your waist.

"Gladly," he growled.

This time, you were gonna get more than whimpers out of him.

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His Nature

Notes: this was so rushed! i had an idea nd really had to jot it down. sorry if itsd not the best aaaaack but pls enjoy!

Pairing: Crosshair x gn!reader

Summary: A clone bred for battle eventually harbours feelings for you and someone who's been a soldier his whole life, has to find a way to confess. Unfortunately, his personality is his only obstacle.

Warnings/Tags: one or two curse words, Crosshair being Crosshair, jealousy, minor yelling (if you squint), mild kissing, fluff tehe — tell me if I've missed anything!

For once, the Batchers didn't have some absurd mission to go on. They didn't have any yapping from Cid and rarely had to go out for supplies. Not even the Marauder was damaged.

They were all free to basically do whatever they wanted to do; on their own or with the others if they desired. Earlier, some of them suggested that they should just sleep the day away, get some rest in. Others wanted to get training in to 'improve'.’ Any civvie would object and say that they didn't need to improve on anything.

It wasn't much of surprise when Tech suggested the whole Batch do spring cleaning and reorganise their stuff in the Marauder. The entire group groaned and walked off when the words left the clone's mouth.

He merely shook his head and tended to his mini projects. It put a sort of disappointed expression on your face when Tech used free time to tinker with mechanics. You always encouraged him to go out and have fun but you would always be met with his index finger in the air, followed by something along the lines of 'this device requires my undivided attention' or 'time isn't a luxury to be wasted, this is crucial to be worked on.’

Wrecker opted to sleep and eat. Mainly eat and sit around with Echo though. He considered him his 'chillaxing buddy.’ You thought it was pretty cute how the two of them would laugh at each other. You always caught Wrecker punching Echo's chest and him having to suffer in silence from the relatively harsh contact. He'd forget it eventually and brush it off. You love it when you see such war-intelligent soldiers have a laugh.

Hunter kept himself occupied with his vibro-knife and the stray lothcat by his ankles. Ord Mantell wasn't super luxurious; it was definitely habitable and had hidden gems placed around the town so it wasn't much of a surprise when you would be able to spot stray animals. The broody clone had a soft spot and this lothcat basically won his heart. The soft creature was very fond of his long hair. It's like they were twinning.

And now for the man who always seems to never be in your vision when everybody is out of the shuttle.

Crosshair.

A grump in the corner.

It's his nature. He can't change that. You can't change that.

And what was Crosshair doing?

Go on, give a good guess.

That's right, he was cleaning his rifle! The clone had probably brushed the surface of that weapon too many times to count. Honestly, it was slowly becoming a mirror. He was leaning against a large rock, one leg limp on top of a smaller rock resting under his knee. The other leg supporting his rifle while his nifty, slim fingers clutched a cloth to get right into the rifles' crevices.

You observed the clones. Despite being created from the same Fett, they all had a personality of their own and it warmed your heart when you saw them outside of the battle field. What didn't warm Crosshair's heart was your personality.

It was too bright for him. Too joyful. Too energetic. Too... you.

Yet he liked it.

Sure, he might have a some drops of feelings for you but that didn't matter. That thought was too busy becoming clouded by the intense "hatred" he had for you. But would you consider it hatred?

"Whatcha doin'?" you took a snoop into the cockpit of the Marauder. It wasn't much of a shock to find Tech perched on the pilot's seat with wires and boards on his lap. There were several tools on the floor as well as being scattered across the control panels. Some were organised in his tool belt — by the Maker it was a mess.

A zap of sparks erupted quickly and faded shortly after. It repeated this pattern until Tech placed down his previous tool to pick up another. With a gentle push of his goggles using the pad of his index finger, he replied, "Repairing," it was dry and fast. He seemed busy. The clinking of the tools filled the silent void as you watched him carefully.

Tech liked that about you. His brothers weren't big fans of his rambles or his projects — unless it was mission related — but you always found time to open your ears to listen. Even with his lack of showing emotion, you read him easily. His body spoke more than he did.

And Crosshair hated that about you.

Crosshair could be the quietest, most invisible person in the group yet you could still understand what was bothering him. It annoyed him how you always came up to him when he was by himself, minding his own business.

Yet there was still that flutter of appreciation whenever you approached him.

"And what is it you're repairing?" you leaned against the panel, gently pushing his tools so you could make some room to comfortably rest against. Tech noticed this, quickly discarding the project for a bit to sort the tools you pushed aside. You muttered an apology under your breath before Tech sat back down and glued his eyes onto the contraption on his lap.

"Our chip scanner. Due to the crash we sustained previously and fortunately recovered from, the scanner was not able to avoid damage. We still haven't surgically removed Hunter's chip yet so that is what I'm working towards with the time I have, currently." a grin appeared on your face. Tech was super caring about his brothers and the fact that he used his own time for somebody else showed that.

"You're cute, I'll be outside if y'need me." you patted his shoulder before walking off to exit the shuttle. A small blush creeped onto Tech's face but he shook it off and continued his work on the apparatus.

As you stepped outside the ship, you inhaled the air of Ord Mantell. The smell wasn't as grim as you expected since the town always looked like it marinates in rust, dirt, and grease. They always parked the shuttle near the heart of the food corner. Every building had at least one canteen for alcohol and a couple of food stalls out in the front.

Mantell mix was the most popular selling street food. Wrecker made it seem a lot more delicious than it sounded. He had already finished the two bags when you offered to go pay for it. That's where most of the credits disappeared to.

You walked over to Hunter who was being smothered by the stray lothcat. It chirped and squeaked as it attacked his neck and long hair. His laughs were muffled and tried to roll over to get the cat off of him. You laughed as you approached him, gaining enough of the cats attention to hop off of Hunter. A sigh left his lips, a little worn out from the play-fight he faced.

"It likes you," you gently ran the pads of your fingers along its head, calming down the creature before it ran off at the sight of a trash panda.

"It likes everyone," Hunter sat up to brush off the excess fur the cat managed to shed onto him. It almost looked like Hunter had extensions due to the hair that clung on him.

You dusted your hands off, bits of fur flying everywhere, "I kinda need your help," Hunter's eyes peeked through his hair. He brushed it back to pay attention to what you had to say next. "I know it's probably not my problem, but Cross's been a little... grumpy? Not!—in a bad way just, yeah. Y'know?"

"Well, that's Crosshair alright." Hunter lowly chuckled.

You sighed in defeat. You didn't exactly know how to word your situation. You wanted to hang out with him, make amends for whatever he held a grudge on you for, and just overall be good friends with him. He cares deeply about his brothers but is always so distant. That was his way of bonding.

You've liked Crosshair for a while now. He might not be a conversationalist or a particularly extroverted person, but you liked him. He was content and mostly kept to himself. He was caring and showed that by reassuring gestures; like he did on Skako Minor when you went to rescue Echo.

Hunter cheered you up a bit, letting you sit with him for a bit to ease any pressure off your chest. He was like this father figure; his leadership skills poking through every now and then. The both of you joked around, laughing and elbowing each other playfully as you found a rhythm to keep each other productive and happy.

In the distance, Crosshair's eyes were very piercing, similar to how he'd peer through his rifle lens. It's like he was about to fire a blaster shot at your direction with his stare. The toothpick in between his teeth felt like it was going to snap due to how hard his teeth were gritting. It was his pet peeve, seeing you pounce on his brothers to get laughs out of them or just to hang out with in general.

Dare say... jealousy?

"Relax, they're not gonna do anything." Echo left Wrecker to sleep off his food coma. Everybody could no doubt hear his snores ring through the alleyways. Echo noticed how hard Crosshair was staring at Hunter. But it was you who really had his attention.

"I know." his response came out snappier and coarse than he anticipated. Although, he didn't care.

You finally left Hunter to tend to his own time, standing up to supposedly find Wrecker. A chuckle was emitted when you found him asleep, mouth open, releasing snores after snores. Your eyes scanned the area to look for the other Batchers when you made eye contact with Echo.

Then Crosshair.

A smile grew on your lips, waving gently before jogging over the brothers. A scoff left Crosshair's mouth as you sat down in front of the sniper but deep down, his heart was fluttering, "Whatcha doin?" Echo smiled, patting his brother on the back before leaving the both of you to chat.

Curse Echo, Crosshair thought.

"Guess." Crosshair mumbled, butterflies quickly filling his stomach as you spoke to him.

"Target practice?"

"Hm," you could hardly tell if the answer was a yes or a no. He couldn't handle it — he couldn't handle you, your sweet scent and aura. It drove him crazy. He stood up, grabbing his rifle and made his way to the Marauder. You managed to catch up to him seeing as he looked to be in a hurry.

"Cross, slow down!" you chuckled playfully. He did not slow down but instead kept walking.

You were annoying sometimes to him. Ever since you joined their Batch, he had to resist from reporting you straight away, simply because you were too good for them. He just wanted you to shut up; it's clear as day that he wasn't used to such a bright atmosphere. Especially being around soldiers of war.

He was a patient man but his thoughts were almost so unreadable, you couldn't get the hint. Crosshair is very durable and can endure circumstances normal folk wouldn't be able to handle. It was derived from his nature as well as his enhancements.

"Cross? Hellooo?" you hummed out.

He finally turned around to acknowledge you but not in a good way. His eyes felt sharper than ever, staring down your figure. He swiftly checked his surroundings before hauling you into the Marauder. You let out a surprise yelp from the sheer force he used to get you inside. The doors shut with a quiet hiss.

It felt like no one was here, only yours and Crosshairs' clanking footsteps against the metal were to be heard throughout the shuttle, "Woah, s'everything alright?—"

"—Get your fucking act together." he snapped, the roughness in his voice was harsher than you've ever heard.

Your personal bubble was popped and he way was too close to your face. A couple more inches forward and you'd practically be kissing. Not that you'd complain but given the situation, those thoughts depleted.

"What?" you muttered, timid and weakly. You genuinely had no idea what you were doing to Crosshair and it sort of pained you. If only you knew what you did to him.

"Did I stutter?" his words were laced with venom. It felt hot, his fiery attitude being poured all over you like lava. "Do you always have to be so... so..." his voice faded out, the end of his sentence replaced with a low, frustrated groan. You stood there in shock. Where did this Crosshair come from? Did you do this? "...So happy all the time?"

Crosshair's fists clenched at his sides. You could see them shake from how hard he was clutching, "There's no point living without it so... yeah."

"The whole batch has to live with it and act like we enjoy it," he poked a finger at your shoulder, pushing it so you stumbled a bit. He did this until you were backed up against the cool metal of the shuttle. His words pained you like he shot a blaster through your heart. An odd shiver rushed to your face. It felt hot like tears were about to spill.

All your feelings towards him were now second thoughts.

"We would all appreciate it if you..." he waved his hand in exaggerated thought, "...weren't so you." the point stung. Crosshair has always been this honest and straight-forward person, no matter what effect it would do to others around him. He turned around, not facing you to rub his forehead.

He was more than annoyed now, but it was his attempt to gain attention from you. Truthfully, he had no idea how to talk to you without sounding like such a dick. Honestly, he was more nervous than he was annoyed.

Suddenly, a jolt of confidence washed over you, causing you grab Crosshair's shoulder to spin him around so he could make proper eye contact with you, "Who are you to tell me how to live my life?" a small smirk grew on his lips, obviously enjoying how you've managed to lose all composure with just his words. It was also slightly attractive seeing you angry from his point of view.

"How sensitive," you grumbled in fury at his one-liner. It took all of your strength not to pounce on this 6ft clone and slap that stupid smirk off his face as well as shoving his toothpick where the Mantell sun doesn't shine.

"That happiness, this... joy. It's all for a list to tick off," you were more than confused at what he was rambling about.

"Because you're so desperate for somebody to like you,"

"Because you seek validation,"

"Because—"

Enough!

You sent a slap to his face, knocking the toothpick out of his mouth. You were breathing heavily and all Crosshair did was lowly chuckle at your miserable state of mixed emotions. Your lip began to quiver as his words repeated in your head, tauntingly. Salty tears began collecting at the bottom of your eye, blurring your vision briefly.

Crosshair watched your composure unfold, crumbling before him, "Go on, cry it all out." his hand reached to the back of his armor for a new toothpick. He sat back down on a swivel chair to clean his rifle for the hundredth time as if he didn't just yell at you.

You couldn't believe it.

Short intakes of breaths ensued. You inhaled and exhaled, trying not to let yourself fully sob in front of Crosshair. But as tears began to take their full form in your eyes, they threatened to fall.

"Maybe liking you was a mistake."

His eyes widened for a second at your confession.

"Wai—"

You slammed the key panel door open and ran out of the Marauder, holding your eyes to prevent the tears from flowing. Your heart felt like shattering at that moment. Every time your foot hit the ground as you ran, your knees were on the verge of giving up.

Maker, you were so sensitive. It infuriated you. You felt helpless as you continued to run. At this point, your hands were stained with a thin layer of your tears. Small drops escaping and running down your arm, falling off your elbows.

The abrupt noise of the Marauders door opening caught the attention of Hunter who saw you run off into town. He glanced back at the open shuttle, assuming something had happened in there.

Tech, who was quiet as a mouse, had listened to the whole ordeal unravel. His brothers words were harsh and cruel and the fact it was enough to send you in a crying fit, he had to do something about it.

The cockpit doors swung open, Tech holding his holopad in one hand as he walked to where Crosshair sat. He appeared unfazed like he didn't yell at you, cleaning his rifle like it was any normal day, "Care to explain what you did?"

The sniper moved his toothpick to the other side of his mouth, the sound of his rifle parts clicking back together filling in the silence, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Well, apart from what I overheard, there is something to be talked about—"

"—Crosshair, what did you do this time?" Hunter practically burst through the Marauder door, panting and demanding that his brother gives him the answer he's looking for. Tech clicked a couple of buttons on his datapad, also awaiting some sort of answer.

Crosshair sent a careless look to Hunter and that was enough to send him through the roof. He snatched the rifle out of his hands, tossing it to the side to get Crosshair's full attention. He stood up, looking Hunter dead in the eye. The two clones had a stare-off. It was really a sight to look at; a 6ft and almost 6ft soldier one upping each other. They exchanged glares, eyes becoming narrow as the time passed.

"Guys, come on." Tech waved his hand to the side. He knew better to sort this problem when calmer minds prevailed.

"Apologise or something worse will happen." Crosshair shoved Hunter to the side. He'd rather get this stupid apology over and done with so he didn't have yapping next to his ear. He scoffed, spitting out his toothpick, essentially littering but did he care? Not one bit.

As he walked down the pathways of Ord Mantell, he avoided eye contact with everybody, shoving off marketeers who attempted to convince him to purchase something. His hand snaked to the back of his neck, scratching gently at the hairs that faded down to his neck.

Had he been too harsh to tell you that? Yes, it might've been out of jealousy but in all honesty, Crosshair was oblivious when it came to showing affection. Not that it justified his big fit.

He liked you. He really did, but there was no one to help him with these unfamiliar feelings as a clone. From a young age, all he ever received was nasty insults from regs and the puny support of his brothers. They tried their best so Crosshair always acted like it helped him.

It didn't.

You were sat on a bench, staring off into the distance. Your eyes followed the dusty mountain range of Ord Mantell. There was nothing much to look at, it looked the same along the horizon. The skies made up for it; cotton candy-like clouds gently travelling across the sky and occasionally hitting the tops of the mountains.

Your tears managed to dry up, though your face was still warm and flushed. Crosshair's words kept ringing through your head. Did he really think of you that way? Did all of them think of you that way? Absurd scenarios circled your mind. A pit of guilt dropped onto you; if they had felt that way about you, wouldn't they have told you?

The questions you asked yourself didn't help the situation.

Would they care if you left their group?

Who hates you the most?

Have they considered decommissioning you?

You picked at the dried mud on your armor, slowly tracing the Batcher's signature skull. Just as you were about to call the group about your consideration of leaving, crunching footsteps approached you. It was soft and didn't seem hostile. Out of your peripheral, you could see a tall, head down, Crosshair. Huh, rare.

"Are you here t'tell me I'm 'too sad' for your liking now?" you let out a sarcastic chuckle. His words still pained you and the audacity for him to come looking for you was really insulting.

"Came to apologise." your eyes went a little wide. You never thought those simple words would leave his mouth. You had to admit, he sounded genuine. You stood up to face him to find that he was already looking straight at you. His eyes rested, the generation wrinkles on his forehead weren't visible.

"I'm... sorry for talking to you that way." he muttered. He squinted his eyes, cringing at his apology.

He was about to walk back to the shuttle until you spoke up.

"Crosshair," you began, softly. "wait, please." your words were lightweight as they reached Crosshair, in hopes to make him feel a little better.

This time, he stopped, though he couldn't bare to look into your eyes. Even if it was the shortest moment of gazing into your delicate irises, his chest would clench and butterflies would spawn again.

Your words affected him so much, a simple 'hello' would send him into a blushing fit. He was lucky enough to have his helmet hiding it for him.

"I'm sorry," you sighed. "if I made you feel like I was being too happy." your eyes dropped to the ground, not daring to make eye contact either.

Crosshair was in disbelief. How could you be the one apologising when he initiated this? It took him a lot of strength so he wouldn't start protesting and objecting your apology. It gained him enough confidence to make another attempt at making eye contact without looking like he was about to shoot a battle droid.

The atmosphere shifted, making you feel his stare smoother than before. It wasn't piercing this time. It had the intention of care and forgiveness in it — a second chance.

Like a wary animal, he inched towards you, trying not to seem too forward. You followed his eyes as he slowly closed the gap between the two of you. He got closer and closer until it was just your chest plates touching. The small 'clink' alerting the both of you.

Admittedly, it was difficult to avoid staring at his facial features. You always took the chance to admire how his cheek bones were so defined, it could cut you if you went too close. The soft skin above is eyebrows when he rested his eyes. His peach pink lips that are just... so kissable.

Not even Crosshair could hold back with his stares. Just like yours, his eyes wandered, admiring your facial features so close.

His impaulsive thoughts won him over, he shoved off his helmet, his hand quickly taking its place against the side of your torso to pull you in as close as he could get you — curse this armour.

You let out a squeal, your lips captured in his, but the warmth you were just getting use to was lost in the next second. Judging by your shocked expression, Crosshair took it as a sign. It was stupid and he should've asked you first.

"Forgiv—"

You cut his words off with your lips capturing his this time. He let out a low grunt as your lips began to dance. It was slow and gentle, showing more affection than hatred towards one another. Crosshair sighed into the kiss, you could tell how touch-starved this man was and you weren't surprised.

Sometimes war prevents stuff like this from happening. His eyebrows furrowed, trying to ravish the feel of your lips against his. His hands rested under your jawline, cradling your face and holding you closer than ever.

Despite having the toughest demeanour out of his brothers, his touch didn't go unnoticed. Surprisingly, it was gentle and caring. You could feel his hands roam your body on the thinnest parts of your armour until they rested behind your neck.

With a small 'pop,’ you both pulled away. You couldn't help the smile that grew when you saw Crosshair's eyes. They remained shut like he was dreaming, trying to keep that kiss as a memory. Slowly, they fluttered open and blush creeped up on him.

"What was all this for?"

"What?" he mumbled, his lips still wet from the kiss.

"This—to get me to forgive you?" you crossed your arms.

"No, maker," he sighed, angrily. "I like you."

Your arms fell to your sides, almost going limp. Your heart was thumping, "Then why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I hated you. I didn't know how." he went back to his squinting expression.

You cracked a sympathetic smile, pulling Crosshair into a hug. Initially, he didn't hug back. The sudden action sent shockwaves of butterflies throughout his body. There it is again. He would be crashing down on his knees if you weren't holding him right now. Such a small gesture could make a broody man shrink.

"I'll take the reigns then, if you'll let me?" you held out your hand, implying he should take it in his if he wanted to. And he did just that. His hand — a lot larger than yours — rested against your palm, interlocking his fingers. You shot him a caring grin. You didn't expect him to do anything back, not wanting to push him into the deep end just yet.

"Yeah, sure, whatever." he didn't have his helmet this time to cover up the blush on his cheeks and the tips of his ears.

The two of you walked back into town. An impatient and slightly irritated Hunter was rapidly tapping his foot on the ground. His façade seemed to diminish when he heard your footsteps approaching, his broody expression being replaced to a more happy state.

You and Crosshair reached the door of the Marauder, "I see the both o'you made up—“

"Stow it, Sergeant." Crosshair snapped. You patted Hunter's shoulder, reassuringly.

"Please don't tell me they're gonna do something..." Echo chimed in from behind, worried for his life.

Tech shrugged. Who knows what you'll do with Crosshair.

Maybe teach him some manners first.

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The Past Behind Him

Notes: after rewatching season seven of the clone wars, echo being rescused from skako gave me this idea TT

Pairing: Echo x f!reader

Summary: Echo wasn't fond of the idea of a medic being assigned to Clone Force 99. Sooner or later, your past's are dug up during a not so nice situation.

Warnings/Tags: one or two insults, minor yelling (if you squint), mentions of blood/injuries, one(?) use of Y/N, mentions of tending to wounds — tell me if I've missed anything!

Part Two >

"Separatist?" Echo snapped, his fist landing on the transmission pad, shutting of the holo-profile. It certainly gave Tech a quite a fright. As soon as 'Separatist' left Tech's mouth, it was an immediate no. There was no way Clone Force 99 will be assigned an ex-separatist. How could've any of the Batchers completely disregard that?

Echo's past was rarely spoken about. They all heard he supposedly died at the Citadel in an attempt to rescue General Piell and Admiral Tarkin. Although it he was announced deceased on the battlefield, it turns out he wasn't. He was turned into a machine, a device, another pawn for the Separatist.

"Technically a former separatist. It appears she's no longer—"

"—I don't care whether she was or wasn't." Echo interrupted, having no care in what his brother had to say. Tech's mouth immediately shut tight, not wanting to rile up the ARC trooper who clearly had a problem with it.

The two clones were about to have a full on argument if Hunter didn't dismiss them to their own bunks. Tech rolled his eyes at how misunderstanding Echo could be.

Faint noises of Kamino waters gurgled outside their quarters. Admittedly, it was nice having some peace time on this planet. Usually, they would've been called up to Nala Se or to the training facility.

The productive silence was broken when a knock came from the door and shortly after, it opened up. Two clones in red coloured armor stood tall at attention. The Batcher's left their cots to stand in a uniform line at attention as well.

"At ease." The commander said with his modulated voice. The two troopers then left the entrance, leaving the clones inside more confused than ever.

You then came into view, replacing the guards' positions as you held a clipboard to your chest, your white Kamino-themed outfit reflecting the bright lights that certainly gained the squads attention.

"Hello," you waved at them, their eyes squinting like their lives depended on it, "Are you uh..." you quickly flipped a page against your clipboard to double-check who you were speaking to, "Clone Force 99?"

You assumed the one that did all the speaking was the individual wearing a bandana. He was fairly tall compared to you but slightly shorter than his brothers. Nonetheless, his eyes were judge-y. He scanned your figure silently.

"I'll take that as a no," your hand hovered over the door panel before he spoke up.

"Yes, this is Clone Force 99," you were relieved you didn't walk into the wrong barrack then, "and who are you?" Hunter backed away from you to give you some space noticing how your shoulders tensed up at his voice.

You tucked your red pen in your breast pocket before straightening out your uniform, "The medic personnel for your unit." you smiled, holding out your hand to shake his.

Hunter grinned slightly, looking back at his brothers who were sort of trying to welcome you. He shook your hand and you could swear it felt heavier than the shipment containers on Coruscant. His grip was firm and his shake almost made you stumble.

"Welcome then, the names Hunter," he turned around to the others who have dispatched to their bunks once again.

"That's Wrecker," he pointed at the big guy on the couch who was snuggled up with a plush toy.

"Crosshair," he gestured to the tall, white haired clone with a crosshair tattoo on his right eye. You presumed that's because of his name.

"Tech," his hand lay flat, palm to the ceiling like he was presenting the one with yellow goggles in front of a series of mechanical items. He seemed intelligent.

"And Echo," the only one who didn't make eye contact with you.

A small smile grew on your lips as you observed their barracks. It was... messy but it seemed cozy to them. It also kind of stunk, but you brushed it off considering the smell would be the least of your concern.

You pulled out a small, red comm link, and a transmission disk. You handed them both to Hunter who's eyebrows furrowed at the... gift?

"If you need any assistance, the comm link is to call me over if you're not in your barracks," you pushed a button, showing Hunter how it worked. Hunter gazed at you as he caught the sight of how you triggered the comm link; similar to how a seppie would, "and the transmission disk is for any display of injuries or further concern that needs me to look at anything you're not sure how to describe."

"Thanks—"

"—Oh! And this is my quarter number, but I'll mostly be in the medbay." you flipped open his wrist panel, tapping in some directions if they ever needed you.

And with that, you left their barracks hoping that summarised what your job was and how they could cooperate. Echo had the most disgusted look on his face.

"You saw it too?" Hunter asked Echo, already knowing how your ex-separatist actions slipped into your job.

"Of course I saw it." Echo grumbled.

You had been tending some of the 212th and the 501st in the medbay after a mission on Ryloth. Many stories were told when you sat down with a few of the troopers such as being attacked by gutkurrs, punching battledroids (because that was smart) and rescueing a few Twi'leks.

Waxer and Boil mentioned about saving a little girl which you thought was pretty adorable.

"Ooh, you might wanna be careful there, trooper," you chuckled as Waxer hissed, trying to sit up, “That wound isn't completely healed so for the mean time, you gotta rest up,” you gently patted his armoured shoulder piece and he sent you a kind smile.

Just as you were about to tend to the next unit, you received a beep coming from your breast pocket. It was the transmission disk assigned to Clone Force 99, "AZI, cover me for a while. Got a transmission incoming," you waved the disk at AZI before leaving the medbay area to go to your office.

You shut the door behind you and plugged the disk into the holo-table, the blue light of the transmission lighting up the room.

Hunter was kneeling down with Echo resting against his chest who looked like he passed out. His shoulder piece was slashed to bits as it clung onto him. Did it even look like a shoulder piece?

"Y/N, so glad you could chime in, Echo's sustained a massive hit from one of the walkers on Raxus. We don't really know what's happened but he's not waking up." Hunter's voice was low, but the tone of worry was prominent.

"We are currently entering Kamino's atmosphere,” you heard the modulated voice of Tech in the background.

You nodded at the Sergeant, your eyes scanning Echo's limp figure, "Bring him to medbay 02, I'll be waiting."

Hunter ended the transmission and the room faded back to black. This is the first transmission you've received from the clones using the disk. Most of the medical contacting they've done was through your comm channel.

Swiftly, you unplugged the disk from the table and shoved it down your pocket as you headed for the door. You were lucky Kamino invested in primarily sliding doors otherwise if you pushed it open, a loud bang would have been heard down the medbay halls. Professionally, you walked with quite some speed towards the other end of the medical wing to medbay 02 where you'll meet the boys.

As you reached the bay doors, you hastily grabbed your keycard to open them. Considering it wouldn't be a problem for the Batcher's to get in, you shut it behind you. There were two vacant rolling beds with plenty of machinery around it. A pre-made tray for injuries and examination sat next to one of them. It was filled with all kinds of tools and medication so you excluded the ones that were unnecessary for Echo's perusal.

You rolled the medical trolley to one of the beds. With your foot, you flicked the wheel locks so it would stay stationary. Since the other bed had wheels too, you gently pushed it back so it made more room for you to move around the space.

The medbay's sliding doors swooshed open, revealing the five Batcher's. One of Echo's arms were slung around Tech as Hunter cared for his other, Crosshair and Wrecker standing behind them for moral support for their brother.

Your eyes went wide at the state of the clone. He was beyond the stage of weak so you swooped under him, taking Hunter's place to assist his path to the medical bed.

"Tech, help me get his armour pieces off, please," Tech responded with a small nod, getting to work on Echo's kama and leg pieces. You heard the clang of his holsters as Tech set them down on the trolley.

You were surprised that he knew his way around the medical area. Gently, you clicked off his chest piece and set it beside his leg armour. Out of your periphal, you could see a very worried Wrecker, a hand of his snaking to the back of his neck to scratch it nervously.

"He'll be alright, Wrecker," you clicked off the last pieces of his armour and you silently thanked Tech, "I think it's best if I dismiss you all while I stay and examine Echo."

"With all due respect, sir, it’d be best for you to let us stay here and keep an eye on him," his hand came out in an objecting manner, "Just in case something goes wrong. We're his brothers after all."

You sent Hunter a simpering smile as you made your way around the bed to sit on a rolling stool, "With all do respect, Sergeant, it does seem we're in a medical atmosphere and I do outrank you in this... occupation." Hunter glanced at Tech who merely shrugged at him.

"Very well."

You gently lifted Echo's arm so it was elevated, "If it does make you feel better, you can wait outside as I do this?"

"Yes please!" you heard the big guy speak. The four troopers began to leave the room and your attention was brought back to Echo who was slowly waking up from his unconscious state.

There was a nasty slash on his left shoulder as you carefully rolled up his blacks so it only exposed his human arm. You hadn't realised until now that he had a mechanical arm; a scomp for a hand. You couldn't help but scan his body with your curious eyes. The whole half of his torso was practically machinery. Half-droid, half-human. You had also realised that his cybernetic headpiece made his head rest funny against the pillows.

You tucked a pillow under his neck in hopes it made him somewhat more comfortable, "Thanks," a low voice spoke below you. You almost yelped as you got used to the silence of tending to the clone below you.

"Oh good, you're awake," you chuckled as you went back to cater for his injury? "This is quite the emergency, huh?"

You fully expected a chuckle to come from the clone but it was just silence. His eyes peered down at you like a hawk hunting for its prey. It's almost as if you could feel his stare. You ran a bacta pad around the perimeter of his cut to clean the crusted blood. In return, Echo hissed at the sudden temperature change on his arm. Obviously when he sustained the injury, it felt like Mustafar was coming out of his shoulder.

"Sorry, trooper." you reassured him, placing a clean pad against his arm to wipe of the excess bacta.

"ARC trooper." he finally spoke after what felt like years. It was snappy but it got the message across.

You coughed, trying your best to clear the awkwardness, "Sorry, ARC trooper." you said more in his tone.

You put down the messy bacta pads in the bin after you cleaned the dirty skin around his cut. It looked like it needed to be stitched together and then submerged in more bacta. You reached over for some tools so you could begin the stitching at the top of his shoulder first.

As you looked over at the clone to tell him in a silent way you were going to stitch, his eyes were judging. He was staring.

Again.

"Echo? Y'here? I said I was going to begin your stitching?"

"You're part of the CIS."

You were slightly dumbfounded at the sudden topic, "What?"

"You're a separatist."

You chuckled at his stubborness. Was this a trait most clones have?

"Ex-separatist." you clarified, your voice more stern to gain dominance over the ARCT.

You sprayed the cuts' surface with numbing spray before you began stitching it. It was silent once again but Echo's mind was churning.

He still couldn't believe his team allowed you to be assigned to them. Especially a couple of months after his traumatic experience in becoming a pawn for the separatist knowing his brother's lost battles because of him.

"Still a separatist." it rolled of his tongue quietly.

"Well, at least I was smart enough to leave the CIS and join the Republic." you made your way inch by inch down his cut with skilled stitching. Echo hissed at some of your movements causing you to stop briefly before continuing.

"Took you long enough," he complained. "You could've been killing some of my brothers and for what? Feel of victory?"

You sighed, slowly growing irritated at the clone's words, "I never stepped foot on the battlefield. I worked on Admiral Trench's ship and improving droid programming," a thundering grumble escaped Echo's throat at the sound of Trench's name coming out of your mouth like it was nothing. You noticed how is human fist clenched, tensing up his arm that was still fresh with stitches.

"I advise you not to clench your hand like that, I'm still working on a raw cut here and I can't have you moving." you gritted your teeth, trying to stay as professional as possible.

"You sound like him too." he hissed, referring to Admiral Trench.

You shook your head at his response as you progressed lower and lower down his arm with the stitching. Yet the trooper was still going on about you.

"I really think you should be happy that I joined the GAR and left the CIS," your breath fanned against his non-injured skin. Admittedly, he was glad you're in the Republic now but couldn't help that you worked for the seppies for who knows how long. "I joined them because they were willing to help when the Republic wouldn't."

"Yeah? CIS went out of their way to take innocnet lives captive for territory and authority. Does that solve your issues?" Echo said, agitated.

"Your society surrounding the GAR was corrupt and selfish—"

"You sound a lot like the seppies I used to battle."

"Your past shouldn't be determining the future."

"Don't mention anything about my past, separatist scum." it was too quick to process. He sat up, his face inches away from yours that was filled with more than anger; teeth gritting and eyes squinting at you. You glanced everywhere besides him, his gaze was dominating and dark, making you feel inferior even in his injured condition.

The bay doors swooshed open. Hunter was astonished to find his brother getting all up in your face when you were helping him heal, "Echo!" he barked, clanking footsteps making their way over to you two.

"It's okay, Sergeant," you put your hand against Echo's healthy shoulder to push him back down on the bed. "It was just a triggered reaction." you sighed, looking back at Echo. Luckily, the stitching was complete so all you had to do was wrap him in infused bacta bandages.

Hunter was breathing heavily, "Yeah..." Echo murmured. Hunter nodded at you before making his way out of the medbay. He was more than sure to have a stern chat with Echo later.

As you went to sit back down in your rolling stool, you faced away from Echo. Solely because you didn't want to make him angry even more that'll lead him to be even more injured. You opened a drawer to fish out some infused bacta bandages to wrap the cut in.

Surprisingly, Echo's eyes softened. Your posture seemed weaker, your back arching instead of up straight like most doctors did. He felt bad for snapping at you and getting up in your face but cowardly, he didn't say anything.

What he thought he said was right so why did he have to say something? Instead he kept quiet as you finally turned to him just to avoid eye contact and get his bandages over and done with.

It was a simply roll, wrap, and knot for a shoulder.

"Done." you were a lot quieter now, thinking any more words that left your mouth would trigger something worse from him. You pressed a red button on the side of the bed to let the Batchers know that his brother was ready to move but needed to rest more.

The doors slid open as the four clones walked in. Echo glanced at you one more time before pushing himself to stand. He wobbled a bit, alerting Tech to support him under his right arm. Hunter was happy that Echo seemed better than he was straight out of the battlefield. He went to go thank you, but you raised a hand in front your chest to stop him, flashing him a reassuring smile before walking out of the room.

All the clones watched as you hurriedly exited the room, their eyes eventually turning to Echo.

Hunter spoke up.

"What did you say to her?"

Post-Notes: now that i look back, the ending does sound like a pull to a part two... i wasn't planning on making one but if you guys do really want one, let me know! i hope you enjoyed :p

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Pairing: Hunter x f!reader

Summary: Only good boy's get to finish. Let's see if your good Sergeant can work for it.

Warnings/Tags: 18+ work!! minors shoo flyyyyy - sub!Hunter, dom!reader, strap-on cock sucking, begging, gagging, face-fucking, still no plot but smut!!, pet names, implied f!reader but i use 'cock' singularly here and there, condescending degradation?? ⁠— tell me if I've missed anything!

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"If you can keep my cock in your throat until I'm satisfied, I might just let you cum." You tilted his head up with just your index finger, watching his messy face look up at you. This is definitely a sight to behold. He groaned, hearing his award.

Already greedy and desperate to cum, Hunter immediately inched forward, his tongue coming out to wet the tip of your strap-on. Your finger ran through his loose curls, guiding him closer and closer to your cock, "Please fuck my throat—"

Your fingers that were once toying with his hair gently grabbed a fistful of it, shoving the strap-on into Hunter's mouth. He didn't expect you to fuck it immediately, his eyes going wide when he felt the cock touch the back of his throat. Hunter shut his eyes, the tears that were building up already threatening to spill. He hollowed out his cheeks, swallowing and breathing through his nose.

Unprepared to take it all like that, he gagged.

Once.

Twice.

And three times before you pulled him off.

You stared deep into his drunken eyes, they were so teary, so messy. He was panting, his fists balled up within the restraints. You lifted your strap-on, gently tapping it on the side of his tatted cheek, "Open." You ordered the Sergeant.

Following orders wasn't his specialty but in the bedroom with you, he complied without question. He opened his mouth, tongue coming out to lay flat. Hunter's mouth was watering, noticing how you gave him some time to prepare. His brooding eyes stared back into yours, waiting impatiently for you to stuff his mouth silent.

Instead, you delved your fingers, getting them wet and coated with his spit, "Suck." Your one word orders sent shivers throughout Hunter's skin, giving him goosebumps. You pushed your fingers deeper into his throat with the intention of making Hunter gag around them so you could feel how his throat clenched.

You pulled your fingers back out when he gagged around them, his throat warm and used from your previous face-fucking sessions. You ran your spit-covered fingers along the bottom of Hunter's cock, feeling the way it twitched the closer you got to his sensitive tip, displaying the constant beads of precum. He groaned, gasping every time you teased his tip, rubbing it in small circles.

"Need to cum, kriff, hurts so bad, please... use my throat..." Hunter's voice was so low you could barely hear it.

"Open your mouth and relax, I won't be nice." Fuck. Hunter's cock twitched again but this time, at your words. Anymore dirty talk and he swore he could cum hands-free. The looks you give him before he takes your cock sends his senses into a frenzy. Everything had seemed to be heightened, everything more sensitive. You had somehow managed to drive them into a needy and desperate state.

Hunter was quick to open his mouth, wanting to feel your strap-on again hitting the back of his throat, bruising and using it until he had to tap out. Your hand rested on the back of his neck, crawling up into his hair. In one swift movement, you thrusted your cock into his mouth, cutting off Hunter's moan that was about to escape.

You grabbed his hair, tightly, keeping him on the base of your strap-on. You slowly began to fuck his face, wanting to hear the whimpering mess he was. The wet noises were so loud, turning you on so much more now.

You let your hand move to rest on the front of his neck. You groaned, satisfied with the feel of how deep the silicone cock was in Hunter's mouth, "Imagine how your General's would feel, how your Captain's and Commander's would feel if they saw their little Sergeant taking my cock?"

Hunter swallowed around your strap, he knew this was some sort of trap to throw his mind off focus. He's doing so well, not having gagged just yet and you were passionate about pushing him over the edge. In response, Hunter whimpered at your dirty words. The palm of your hand caressed his throat, occasionally squeezing it to see if Hunter would give in.

Unfortunately, he did. The slight pressure on his throat sent his mind into turmoil.

Gagging once.

Twice.

Thrice.

And four times before pulling him off.

"Hnngh, gah... shit, was that good? I— ah, mmm..." Hunter swallowed, trying to regain his stream of mind. You were proud of him, really, he took it better than you expected. The tears that were on the verge of his eyes spilled, leaving a wet trail on his skin.

Speaking of wet trails, you glanced at his crotch, the bead of precum that was once there spilled and rolled down the length of his cock.

You kissed him. Despite having his mouth used, his lips were so soft. Hunter was a bit sloppy, not entirely returning the same energy of kisses to you but he was more than satisfied to feel you on him.

"Did so well my pretty," He gave you a cheesy smile.

"Yeah?" Hunter's voice was coarse.

"Yeah," you cooed. "I think someone deserves an award."

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The Past Behind Him - Pt. 2

Notes: oh gosh im most overhwelmed with the support on the first part!! tyty so heres part two soz it took so long, i lost it in the scheduling feature. i should probably leave that alone haha,,,

Pairing: Echo x f!reader

Summary: Your last interaction together with Echo wasn't ideal and mature. In hopes of ameliorating, the trooper decides to make the first moves of forming his apology, but will you accept it?

Warnings/Tags: bits of fluff, one or two uses of Y/N, mentions of blood/injuries, mentions of tending to wounds, your fav clones, proofread this once oops — tell me if I've missed anything!

< Part One

"...Echo?..."

"...Hey! Echo...!"

"Echo!" the sound of Hunter's modulated voice gave the poor ARCT a fright. Multiple blaster shots whizzed passed their heads as they ducked down behind some old crates, "You still with us?"

Echo stumbled upon his words, "Yes, Y/N– uh, sir! Agh, Sergeant– Hunter!" he sighed at his mistakes, "Yes Hunter, still here." Echo rubbed the top of his helmet, where his forehead would be, in embarrassment along with noticing Hunter's slight head turn at his stutter. You've been on his mind this whole mission and he's been doing everything else but focus on the task at hand. Hunter patted Echo's now healed shoulder to assure him.

It had been a few weeks since your last one-on-one interaction with Echo. It seemed he took more precaution on the battlefield not to end up injured again since he'd end up in your hands back. His brother's ended up in the medbay but when offered to stay and watch over, Echo would be the only one to refuse. Wrecker pouted most of the time when he would. You never questioned him about it and usually shrugged it off.

But every now and then, you'd wonder if he was alright. Considering the stories you've been told about the ARC trooper, he seemed kind, caring, brave, and silly. It's just... that's who you've not been seeing these past few weeks. If anything, you've seen the complete opposite.

You tended to a couple of clones from the 501st after a rough retrieval mission on Saleucami. You haven't met this batch of men before but they already treated you like their best friend. One of them had a goatee and the number '5' tattooed by his hairline. This cheeky one loved to make jokes about his brothers. Occasionally, you had to remind him not to move since you're still patching him up. They called him ‘Fives.’ Maybe because of his CT number, you assumed.

"And then the Captain face planted into those bulbous pollen stuff! Oh gosh, he was covered in 'em!" a hearty laugh escaped from his chest and once again, you gently patted his shoulder to remind him he's still fresh from the battlefield. He sent you a mumbled apology and continued to make jokes without moving too much. You smiled, playfully.

The one they called ‘Jesse,’ who had the GAR logo tattooed on the left side of his head, also joked around with him. These two gossiped about their brothers like they were little high schoolers, "I bet you he'll still be able to find some in the crevices of his helmet to this day!" a small, but cheeky grin grew on your face before you turned to fish out some tweezers.

"How are you holding up there, Jesse?" you questioned. You were the only medical personnel in the room so tending to two people without the assistance of AZI, was quite the challenge.

The trooper groaned a bit as he leaned forward slightly to check up on his ankle, "Eh, I can't feel the pain much anymore but for sure won't be able to walk on it," he chuckled. "Still can't believe y'chose him first." Jesse complained. Fives sent him a mocking face of pride.

"Don't worry, even if I did choose you first, you're still my priority."

Fives hissed through his teeth at the last splinter you plucked out, causing you to look up at him to see if it hurt him as much. But he was tough. It was almost as if it didn't happen since he continued to talk to Jesse, brushing off the pain.

A couple of hours passed and you were still tending to the two clones as they chatted away. You had been silent most of the time, more interested in listening whilst you patched up their injuries. As the two clones continued their chats, the small ding of the medbay door went off which, usually signals somebody who isn't an authorised medic, about to enter.

The door swooshed open, alerting both Jesse and Fives as well as you. Although it didn't stop you from tending to Fives' wound but the sudden arrival still caught your attention.

Your eyes widened, both in fear and worry at the figure.

Echo.

Jesse and Fives had complete opposite reactions to yours which you took advantage of in an attempt to shield yourself from Echo's presence, hoping he came for his brothers and not you.

"Echo, brother!" Fives was first to greet him, after all, he is his domino twin since the beginning. Echo's smile was warm at the sound of his name, going over to give Fives a handshake. You cursed yourself internally when he came over. You wished Fives hadn't spoken first since you were still patching him up because Echo would end up in proximity to you.

It's not you were uncomfortable, you just didn't want to start anything unnecessary like last time. Even if it was a while ago, anything could happen to him. Ultimately, Echo has PTSD that could be easily triggered with anything from your past. Days and days pass with the thought of 'was it a good idea to become a medic personnel for CF99?' or 'was joining the GAR a bad decision?'

You patted Fives arm gently, letting him know you were going to tend to Jesse now. As Fives was still talking to Echo, he gave you an assuring nod with a very sweet smile. You walked over to Jesse who had just rolled his eyes, smiling, "Those two should get a room."

You chuckled, "You'll get your chance, now, I need you to stay still whilst I wrap this. We don't want you getting needle injuries, do we?"

"Of course not, do your thing." Jesse relaxed the muscles on his torso, his abs slightly poking out. As you began to wrap the bacta-infused bandages around him, you heard Fives hiss louder than he did earlier. Sneaking a peak, you saw Fives' bandages come undone. You were shocked since you thought you properly pinned his bandages safely. You looked around the med-bed and luckily enough you found the pin that was supposed to hold the white material together.

You were about to quickly fetch a new needle to hold Fives' bandages once more but remembered that Jesse was still being tended to. The bacta had already made contact with Jesse's wounds so you couldn't leave him in an intolerable position to hold the fabric against himself. Just as you found a way to keep the bacta-bandages in a position so they wouldn't fall, you looked up to find Echo already tying up Fives' wound.

Mentally, your jaw hung low. Echo managed to steal a glance at you when Fives' was in his own world, rambling about something in the Outer Rim. He saw how tense you were, like last time and your facial expressions were more than lifeless. He sighed, thinking he had no luck to even try to apologise to you right now.

Once you finished pinning down Jesse's bandages, you dismissed both Fives and him, but not saying one word to Echo. You walked over to the storage closets as the two clones left to their quarters. You tried to stall, hoping Echo would grow bored and leave.

After what felt like hours of stalling in the closet, he was sat on a stool when you came back out. The both of you made brief eye contact before it sent you in a flustered fit of heat. He stood up, cautiously walking over to you so it didn't seem creepy.

"Look, Y/N, I really am sor—" you held up your palm vertically in a stopping motion, cutting off Echo's apology. He sighed, trying a different approach, "Maybe I can make it up to you?—" you did it again, stopping him before he got another word out.

Your eyebrows drooped, forcing your eyes to close. You could sense how uneasy the atmosphere between the two of you in this room was.

You let out an obvious exhale, avoiding Echo's desperate gaze, "Please don't speak to me unless it's related to me doing my job, thank you Echo, have nice evening." his name on your tongue felt like a medical syringe was stabbed into his heart.

And just like that, you walked over to the doors to leave the medbay. Echo looked around the room, contemplating a way to say 'sorry' without really saying sorry.

He had to try again.

You were lucky today that AZI wasn't occupied on the other side of the medical facility. A few of the 104th battalion and 327th SC's brought in many wounded clones from missions. It felt more relaxing to do your job with some familiar faces. The variety of stories you managed to pick up from clone to clone would most definitely be your highlight. You adored their brotherhood and close friendships they had with one another.

Abruptly, the same ring from the medbay doors went off.

It was Echo.

Again.

You released an audible sigh as you were patching up Comet. Surprisingly, he was more content and observant than his brothers in his unit. Every now and then, he shared a couple laughs and inputs in the conversation but most of the time, it was pretty silent. Due to this, he picked up on your, somewhat, annoyed sigh. He wanted to resist the urge of being nosy but he couldn't help it.

"Hope you don't mind me asking, there somethin' up with y'and Echo?" you sent Comet a embarrassed chuckle. You didn't expect him to be this observant.

You lifted up his arm to loop the bandage under before settling it back down gently, "It's... complicated."

"That's what they all say." you lolled your head to the side as if you were saying 'seriously?' but in the end, you agreed in silence. You still had to respect his boundaries of Echo's past, whether something bad happened back then. Courtesy. You heard footsteps trudge behind you; they weren't very quiet considering Echo's whole bottom half is metal.

AZI dismissed the clones he patched up and from across the room, gave you a heads up at his departure. You handed Comet back his shoulder piece, helping him out of the bed to dismiss him, "Don't use that arm too much and be careful."

"Yes, sir." he waved back with his healthy arm.

You tidied up the area, ruffling then smoothing out the sheets on the bed and reorganising the medical tools on the tray. In hopes it was neat enough for AZI to approve, you went around to begin pushing the tray over to the other setup carts.

Before being able to push the tray, a hand and a scomp stopped you. Without having to look up, you already knew that it was Echo. I mean, who else could pull off a scomp hand on a human?

"Allow me," with sass, you gestured your hands forward, allowing him to push the cart over to... where?

Echo didn't even know where to go, he just wanted to help. You watched him like a hawk as he tried to play off his confusion on where to park the tray. Flustered, Echo looked back at you in a way of assistance.

Your dull expression and a finger pointed to the other trays was enough to send Echo into a blushing fit as he quickly jogged over to the carts. He turned back to you, expecting a congrats but was met with your small smirk and rolled eyes.

He was getting there. Maybe he just had to try a little harder.

Your shift ended 18 minutes ago but you stayed behind a bit to help clean the area so AZI could recharge for tomorrow. It was no surprise that Echo offered his own time to help clean up as well. You didn't ask him anything about how the past few days has been him assisting you in the medical room.

How long has it been? Almost a week now? You couldn't lie to yourself and refuse how the kind gestures managed to get to you. You even caught yourself with weak eyelids fluttering when you watched Echo help pack away trays for you. Luckily, Echo was more than mutual with these feelings. Maybe stronger than yours but they were there.

Echo was in the corner, carefully and generously scrubbing down the medical equipment to place it back on the tray. The space was quiet and the air was filled with a sort of comfort. You continued to stack the last of the medical files into the cabinet, neatly, in alphabetical order. The sound of metal wheels rolling along the floor gave you the impression that Echo was finished and he was hopefully not going to ask for more chores to do.

His chuckle broke you out of your thoughts. Embarrassingly, he caught you staring, "Y'need help with the filing cabinet or can you do it with the eyes on the back of your head?"

You sighed, standing more upright than usual before whipping around to quickly close the drawer, "Uh, no," you said, sternly, but swiftly changing it so you didn't appear rude, "Thank you, Echo, you really didn't have to stay."

"I wanted to," those three words that came out of his mouth shouldn't have made you go speechless but it did. He, a soldier, an ARC trooper, using his time to help in an area he's not familiar with while he could've been training, being with people more familiar, but no.

He wanted to. Because of you.

His scomp went to the back of his neck to scratch nervously. It was now or never to get his apology out to you.

"Look, I wanted to apologise for getting up in your face like that," he began, already finding the lack of strength to get the last bit of his words out.

"It was a triggered reaction, it's fine." you replied, dully. Echo felt even more guilty, knowing you've potentially suppressed your feelings about the incident. He might've overthought your response but it didn't sound fine to him.

"I still feel terrible so I tried hanging around you more," he sighed this time. "But you didn't look like you liked me around you."

28 minutes after shift time. Soon, the room would be filled with different medic personnel's for their night shift and the two of you were still stood inside, trying to make amends.

Echo continued, "I just wanted to make sure you were okay and I didn't hurt you as much as I did." you gave him a lopsided grin. He still cared about you, all this time, even after yelling at you. He even cared enough to apologise when you thought you started the ordeal. You both knew you couldn't forgive him easily but it was better to handle the apology like adults instead of avoiding it.

A breathy chuckle escaped your lips, "Let's get going, people are gonna show up soon." Echo's smile was the brightest you've seen since your last interaction. It was warm, caring, and a little silly.

The words that everyone around him described him as. You were relieved to get that side of Echo back in your life. Admittedly, you hadn't gotten use to talking like this with somebody who was once on the opposing side.

Perhaps it's best if you focused on what's happening now than what happened then.

You never know what's about to happen if you get caught up in the past.

The past behind you.

And the past behind him.

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Imma rant rant a sec. I never seen a Clone fic (or fic in general for that matter) where the reader is masculine but not a dude, and I even experience body and gender dysphoria sometimes bc of it (especiallywhen the reader is thin with long hair).

So if you don't mind helping a sad she/they masculine nb person out, could you right a Hunter or Tech x Masc!Reader fix where they save their man and he falls even more in love with them

Falling For You

Notes: hi anon!! first of all terribly sorry you had to wait for sososo long and second of all i hope this is kind of what you had in mind? thought captive x rescuer or whatever suited it and ALSO hope i did the masc thing okay !!

Pairing: Hunter x masc!f!reader

Summary: During a mission for Cid's client, the Batch is separated from their Sergeant and with quick thinking, you were bound to get him back. That was the seed for a new relationship.

Warnings/Tags: imperials, no y/n mentions, only one mention of your pronouns (i think) ⁠— tell me if I've missed anything!

Hunter had found himself separated from the Batch during a dangerous mission on a remote Imperial outpost. Another one of Cid's crazy clients that needed the groups help. Unfortunately, the "remote" outpost was, in fact, not remote as Cid specified. This resulted in Hunter's separation, pretty much fending for himself whilst the group trudged to the Marauder for a swift and hopefully safe pickup.

As he navigated the dingy corridors, there were several blaster fire echoing in the halls only a few blocks down the outpost. He was being hunted and being hunted fast. Every corner he turned, his head pounded, his sense constantly filled with energy that didn't seem to stop waning.

His instincts were sharp but there was an often thought that the odds were stacked against him.

"Keep low, these damned troops are always on our tails." Echo said sternly as the group, minus Hunter, ran down the dim corridors to find the Marauder.

"I am having difficulty tracking the Marauder with the rising energy from this outpost. Whatever Cid's client needed is certainly out of our reach."

Great, another problem. As you were running, you couldn't stop thinking if Hunter was alright. Obviously the Sergeant is capable of handling himself but his recent capture on Mt Tantiss didn't help these thoughts disappear. You had to swallow any response to do something foolish in order to go help Hunter.

The sounds of alarm echoed throughout the outpost as Imperials gave chase, their footsteps pounding against the creaky, metal floors. Hunter was panting but keeping pace as blaster bolts whizzed past him. His enhanced senses allowed him to anticipate the movements of the pursuing stormtroopers, narrowly avoiding their shots and grenades.

He was also worrying about you and his brothers.

As you and the Batchers ran through the corridors of the outpost, you were nearing an eventual 100m vicinity to the Marauder. Worry settled like a heavy stone in your mind. You gave the group a proposition.

"I'll go get Hunter, we'll regroup on my comm signal." You said hastily, quickly dashing around a corner before anybody could protest.

"D'she really just leave?" Wrecker's confused voice spoke up.

Hunter found himself in another tight spot. Literally. With broken hallway doors, Hunter's way out grew thin. The constant noises of blaster fire continued to echo as Hunter maneuvered through the corridors and away from the Imperials, to no avail.

Ultimately, he was cornered, the heavy footsteps of Imps surrounding him. Hunter attempted to calculate his next motive, the chance of being gunned down increased as more and more Imperials gathered like vultures.

Many troopers ordered him to unarm himself, the growly, modulated voices ringing through the halls. He tightened his grip around his blaster before eventually dropping the gun to the floor, kicking it over with both hands in the air.

The troopers tightened their encirclement around Hunter, grabbing both his wrists to cuff them. As they were about to move out, a sudden commotion echoed through the corridor.

Then out came two rolling smoke bombs.

The canisters gave a quick hiss, spinning in circles as the air immediately filled with dense clouds of obscuring smoke. Three troopers guarded Hunter as blaster fire had erupted almost a second after, in an attempt to shoot down the sudden presence.

You.

You swiftly rolled into the clouds of smoke, pulling out your DC to gun down the three troopers surrounding Hunter. One of the Imps put up a fight but with a quick kick to the stomach and a trip to their ankle, they fell to the ground, a blaster hole sizzling on their back.

Hunter watched your agile figure take down the troops, caught in a trance.

"It's good to see you." You unfastened the cuffs, in hopes not to waste time before the clouds began to dissipate. Multiple voices faded in and out, orders being thrown all over the place all because of your successful chaotic rescue.

Hunter was in hypnotised as you unfastened his cuffs. He looked at you through his drooping curls, admiring your facial features. The way you carried yourself with a quiet confidence, your every action purposeful and precise, left him in awe.

"Where are the others?" He rubbed his wrists before grabbing his DC off the ground to start shooting. The smoke clouds eventually disappeared, everybody being able to see everything as clear as day once again.

You grunted, taking down a troop, "Heading to the Marauder, we're regrouping on my comm signal."

Hunter gave a small smile amidst of the dangerous action, grinning at your consideration to come and rescue him. He was captivated by your aid and your selflessness. A tender affection blossoming, even in the middle of such a situation.

The two of you began your run to the extraction point as you leaped over fallen debris and ducked under busted pipes. You sprinted, briefly turning your head back to shoot at the tailing Imperials who were determined to capture you both.

"Coming up on the extraction point, Tech!" You commed.

The corridor behind you was filled with white crusted Imperial armour of troopers, swarming the trail like hungry ants. Blue blaster fire flying past your heads, one actually hitting your shoulder.

"Agh!" With a grunt, your armour hissed at the burning shot. Hunter was quick to use himself as a meat shield from any other oncoming blaster fire that could affect you. He knew you could push through, he knew how strong you were and right now was not the time to stop and rest.

"You're okay, keep going." You could hear his deep, modulated voice behind you, causing you to form a small grin despite the pain.

The distant sound of engines grew louder as the both of you finally came up to the landing pads.

With Hunter still running behind you, you grabbed his gloved hand, almost dragging him towards the Marauder. An evident blush on Hunter's face, although being hidden under his helmet. In the howling moments of escape, the two of you ran hand in hand towards the shuttle.

The stairs lowered, Crosshair standing with his rifle aimed at the Imperials trailing the two of you. He was your cover as the two of you boarded the Marauder.

The shuttle was quick to leave the outpost, immediately entering hyperspace. You panted, blushing as you looked down to find your hand clasped in Hunter's. Embarrassed, you gently retracted your hand, taking your helmet off.

You hissed, sitting down as Tech came over to inspect the blaster shot. Hunter took off his helmet, giving you a kind smile and a small nod of affection. He stole glances at your strong figure, still admiring your act of saving him from the wave of Imperials.

His heart became entangled in a web of admiration as you were being patched up. He'd like to think you took the shot for him, boosting the thought of unexpected love.

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